Imagine that first minute particle the penetrates the furthest into the void.
It being whole and equal to it's base in Faith, Hope & Love!
And that which was never born of or comprehended the light! There is only the wanton in chaos, to exist to finally corrupt, because of the weight ratio of void, having no concern for any or all of it's displacement to their edge! Which by design is engineered to conquer, divide, overthrow and spoil, to escape their guilt. No doors their barrier. That's where hope say's hey, give up the ghost. Let the baby nation have a reprieve! Killer Whales, are you at the top of your food chain!
Don't kill our hope. This Won's Ours! We've kept the payments on her and have our birth certificates to prove it! Our bloods all over her body! Yet she's still the promise of the newness of healing. In their wings...
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