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Breaking AMAZING News caster tells people,goverment satanists exposed,wake up,29/06/11,MP4,mp4. (by greenbananaful)
ALIENS UFO : IRREFUTABLE EVIDENCE FOUND & PRESENTED BY SCIENTISTS…NO MORE BS ! 2012 (by AZAZEL8867)
Where is the great 2012 awakening?
2012 the great year of our awakening!!! LMAO!!!!!! Yea right. What a joke! In 2012 the children of the Earth have been successfully SEDUCED by the plastic glitter of the matrix. How long will my people love simplicity? Comfortable in their oppression. Pacified by microwaves, iPods, and Television sets. Drunk with the contents of Aquarius cup and stricken with madness. Under the influence of unclean spirits and open to all forms of spiritual abuse. Lust of the eye mistaken for love. Palpitations of the heart mistaken for love. An infatuation with vanity and frivolity is what it is. How long will my people love SIMPLICITY? Destined by birthright to array yourselves in the glory of the Heavenly Father. Called to judge angels and rule in heaven. To be sons and heirs to the inheritance of the creator of the universe. Why do you settle for SIMPLICITY? The harvest is nigh! Is it not written that the wheat will be separated from the tares and the tares would be thrown into the furnace? 2012 is the beginning of birth pangs. The reapers eager for harvest.
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FOR THE BRIAR ROSE.
The Briarwood.
The fateful slumber floats and flows
About the tangle of the rose;
But lo! the fated hand and heart
To rend the slumberous curse apart!
The Council Room.
The threat of war, the hope of peace,
The Kingdom’s peril and increase
Sleep on, and bide the latter day,
When fate shall take her chain away.
The Garden Court.
The maiden pleasance of the land
Knoweth no stir of voice or hand,
No cup the sleeping waters fill,
The restless shuttle lieth still.
The Rosebower.
Here lies the hoarded love, the key
To all the treasure that shall be;
Come fated hand the gift to take,
And smite this sleeping world awake.
