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Imagine the alpha and Omega choose you to have a son. Her son physically weaker than Hercules slower than Achilles.
In a divine way he conquered without spreading hate.
We know man created his story but where is her story? Why do they keep it classified? Ye who records her story seduces history. Women have powers that are stored away and man suppress them because they're afraid.
All Hail Guadalupe!!!
Man in mad pursuit
One thing after another
Laboring to master the world
Bound by human limitations
Chasing after the wind
All work under the sun is vanity

Increase of knowledge
The spoken WORD
Ramble and Babel
In the end Death to the WORD.
Fear the man with the book
He’s quite savvy and talks, absurd.
All is vanity burn the books
They teach spells, they curse!
The ringing bell vibrating with no clock to punch
Tearing a hole through time & space
Looking for levers & circles to manipulate
Ring that bell at a high rate
Witness my mind state,
Enter the subconscious then create.
Smiles like the sun, Affection like water
The Love Flower grew in front of my eyes.
Blooming with ambition!
In colors of joy, Tears in my eyes
The Love Flower has filled my heart.
Thank you for letting me see you bloom,
From the bottom of my heart.
Yours truly PAM!

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