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Millennium,  born in a  Leased  Tomb,  in  the  year  of  1978

AD.   My  Hire  is  not  Cheap,  as  Leeches  Crawl  upon  my

Body & Mud & Filth  is  round  about,  as  such was my Vow

of the Covenant.

 

This   was  the Sentence  of  my  Soul!  Damnation  &

Incarnation  in  Hell!  I  Burn in  a Furnace of Fire, where the

Gold  is  Dross!  Therefore,  I  Holler for Freedom & Escape!

Revolution  of  the  Souls!  These Shackles & Chains must be

Broken!

As  I  Break  out  of the Layers of my Body, each Part

Speaks.

A  Pure  Mind  is  a  Free  Soul.  I come through Spirit

Alone!

The Heart is the Way of the Soul. O most Precious

Heart, be Drained of Human Blood!

 

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I  was  Sent  by  a  Decree  of  God  to  Warrant  that  the Sky

would  Burn  in  Infernal  Flames & I see the Children of Fire

have  been  Unleashed – for  I Lurk in Grass which hath been

Scorched & Parched.

I   Slither   upon  Dunes,  on  a  Quest  from  the  Holy Land.

 

 

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