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I had heard their cry. So states my LORD.

He says to a land barren and far off in war.

The foundation stone ruined by its aggressors, a cast away to the gallows for their way.

If you wanted the free to stop defending, you would not be free.

If the free wanted to follow, it leads its way to vain sacrifice.

They the world oppressed us the free. And they stopped fighting for aggression.
They shall see peace my people.

The altar called a generation of those who flocked to destruction for end.

But in it, a new beginning for that which forgives.

How can a land state to another land, it believes not?
For the east raised the west, and the west took care of the east to resurrect.

And it is called a transgression for their truth to that which hinders.

It is in the elder's heart to the people.

For what done in light inspiration, these people are blessed. And I, curse them not.

The LORD said to a younger Lord's heart.

You are of the few and the land of the free now holds you strong even if the people have a weak heart.

In totality of its peace in amount.

A vain morality. Yet, of it rest a test.

My strength is a light of what I saw in you.

As my LORD was a being, more than human or creature.

From nations who oppress my soul. Blind they are to realize as the one of guilt, but I rest not on the seat of the scorner.

The scorner said to them, prove your GOD to me. And I who knew not my own said to them, of what proof have you to argue but existence.

For you had blessed them to those of the free who defended them.

It is not the law that oppress besides to those who are powerful in their way against the fellow.

These are meant for Shoel for their vain pride in destruction.

They will understand as the world's culture does not reflect them of the free to those of these the noble and peaceful.

The media censored the free land from the world.

The radical is the most oppressed. But among them the peaceful.

The one of a LORD's blessing who is not happy with it, is indeed sad than the poor to the rich vain guile.

So those of many more who consult themselves backlash.

Some desire to sacrifice for gain, others their wealth, and to life, many more their fellows.

To I, a witness. and an author as most of you, though I knew not my ways.

In my vision blinded, you have given me a curse and a blessing.
OLD VISION, Christo.

Your face towards me in sadness yet I saw your gazes.

Of its truth, that is the portion which shown me as any other.

Christo, Elohim, you are not forgotten.

Even in my peace to blind vision.

You reminded me. I am not a creature but an author.

As they mankind.

Shalom.