• The hunter, how barren and hungry for the prowl. Merciful not upon the branches for the indulgence. I sought reasoning compromised not in I, but in them; for they forsaken we or rather, I refuse to speak unto them for isolation of ages and damages and changes to my mind. With that, the manipulation and engagements of influences. Forgiven is still with consequence, yet it is gratitude to spare. Being found not guilty, by they who commit wrong and sickness, they could not validate themselves and check them for sane. Eventually not the sight, but the mind would heal to each or thus, we be our own person. Greater they rather than to reconstruct would heal the vital essence with no association to harm. The truth of principle does not change in a Lord above I am man.

    To that of my isolate feeling I write or I type as many of you more, an author who inscribed stories unto us whom changed history or hid away. Old in our stages, young at the youth till you make them feel ancient more than the deity at age. The truth I have kept to the breaking points, and I had not hidden from my vessel to many more it sustaining the truth more through others. Thus, my true words inspire and bring forth. Spirit is responsible to let one live, to the corpse is loved by man and being alike having a heart as man deny. Shall I call upon what or is it long gone the opportunity to speak for peace in the soul unless lost. Who grants a heart to me without pain or inject into the shell? Thus, no man. Surely not, death, and life knows sacrifice to gain. It is so written on the lost mortified by their chaos to what is it of it that life sought through desire and beauty to its peace. They through much are ever closer than that whom was alive and remembered. Far from the source each one is, to the one as I see forth a system of dictations. You sought no peace, and therefore abides by the freedoms which so was instilled in your deeds to law, and thus twisted upon.

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