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in this life I am confused. I am overrun by signs and silence. A person who claims selfhood is not aware of the story, whole centuries of building, my lineage was sifting.

They claim your tongue remains untethered, a barren planet leveled, where single versions of spirit know time and space much better. How could this be? The irony. A sneezers blessing is more repressing than a mans front of the lead.

He is not alone enough to know the burning of our strife. For how could man’s weak simple hand lead any thing of course? Take every country known to man. A manifested source. They fight to take, repress and bake entire lives and souls!

You understand? Please stand and heed to Spirts mighty deeds. For holding the torch and allowing the “March!”* will increase the problems we feed.

Raise your rooted hands and lift the Earth. Indeed! Stir masses, yell strictly at asses and maintain a dangerous speed. For molasses will never admit that he’s slow to the queerness of every seed.