God is the conveyor belt of everything, focus on the belt and not the first, second, and sometimes bad.
The sustainable already exist and abound in nature, concrete floors like football games; our toil amuses him.
The wayward stamp is one's freedom pass
Enduring punishment is your detachment, seeking liberation arcs the sanctity of one's man.
Looking for respect from those whom you sacrifice, But you couldn't convey the weight of your sacrifice,nor get that respect: Life!
Pray to never get old enough nor wise enough to know the loss of person, that ceaseless pain when someone steals your love from you.
Every phenomena has it's portent in nature
One must read ceaselessly in a continent of sorrow where staring at an adult feels like poking at a sore
Every effort carries it's weight in blood.
The rule of this here game is to share, dump, renounce and discard
My tether to the hurt lies in my deception of a humanity, my desire to conduce it, electrify a pomp of a glory by contumacy.
Mental hammers involve poverty, books, poetry movies and music and in that order.
Sacrifice is the constant washing of both the physical and etheric body
The man who possess media is the thief of time, Lord of worlds and the enjoyer off the highest freedoms.
Religion is the programming of man.
For God allows too much and the enemy against transcendence isn't human, a revolutionary must remain celibate.
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