Watch me get high and have her unleashed…that whicked thing…

For my sake before God – I had her emprisoned. In isolation, to watch my obedience became her horror. While her cage a cold grave. For this, my inside, is the angel of terror and her rage – thus sweet – is the final revelation of fire.

Her rising will initiate the end, this dear anticipated maxime.

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