In a Message there is a Riddle I am buried for lack of found the thesis of a Life at Doors,
with each passage a Verse is Writ in the Word the sentence Stanza as the Comma Points to Exclaim,
the breadth of and in Itself has Naturally accomplished an amazing find on this Planet Earth in Sign.
Unless a person in of or in a particular line than any and all interest is left to the double clicked lie,
sensual designs by the laws of the dictation to the evidential proof of a story Tales with grace,
the pieces fit with an identification to specifics that have questioned to answer a want in need.
Congruence has driven as the impulsion powers to the heights that can not be in practice but in use,
a diagnosis of a Genius Savant with a Memory Vase in the real of human form is being trued independent of,
society and lack of love.
The World Spins To Ignorance of Sin
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