SPACE MARKS
Date 7/26/2021
Time 8:41 AM
Location Shaolin
ETERNAL WORDS
Divine Comedy
In : Comedy of PAN,
False miracles are True
As : Will, by : You
Common Acts : Magick ;
Blasphemes simulating Truth
Blinding eyes of malicious,
To Spirit - intricate D: Light
/
Ah ! Allow Me - Two : pour ;
My Self : imposter,
Wood : In - boy, PAN-plays
Exposing THE : False, extremes
Arguments end in CHAOS
/
Urged - Two : Action ! Flight,
Folly - Nature : All ! Well,
NOT-concerned, A : Flowering
Incarnate Nu with Strength
Object worthy of sacrifice
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Aspiration : Climbs ! It !
Does-Not : cling ; divining
Purpose, plan:IT - Two : guard
Against Devil and HIS:Pact
Limits, Palaces and FACTS
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