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When you read up to an astral deluge, then it's time to expunge spittle both upand down
What best describes a man is how best he handles his lows.
Pray, but be prepared, You don’t pick your reel
In devotion and surrender, love becomes a chore you simply close out on.
Like a bride down tbe aisle, we walk wickedness to it's intended precipice and fate.
Follow the path of sacrifice always and your enemies will work for your upliftment.
Read beyond the astra lid of the proposed to the clear
Sex is the psychical burlap sacs, the billows of amnesia and node of remembrance
Sutra reading is combing return of the child without fear.
My reading is my personal and racial upliftment, my light will touch anywhere my blood has touched.
All a man need in life is to sit down quietly and to read himself above all contrived exigencies.
A higher conscience must wait and endure for the assured overcompensation of present ignorance
In patience, a time will wipe out the pain like a smoke.
One need to wonder why the road to fame is such a wild forest.
The gods are for a caste, a level, a mind.
Greed makes a man daft.
Sex is the astral shroud of the beyond, make your mind thicket in books rather than people.
It's a comedic homophone for those that know that gold is the goad, life is measured in freedoms.
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