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Samuel's Poetry & Thoughts - I'm an open book. Clear conscience. Just, days are sort of not knowing what to do. So, why not. Maybe someone can give me advice despite my clueless and dogma. - Very blunt yet obscured.
Questions Towards The Culture
Each day soberly in the back of my head – the thought of sympathy and empathy for many. In their words to actions they speak. Yet some define action by life to words. Yet I shall refute those who reject the promises of deep trust or compassion. The world wants to see a sacrifice or death of life to our way for that of God or my LORD. I see it a flame among them a cult. Each one vain unless they come forth not to be eaten up by idealistic thinking to sacrificial means. They had burned the encampments and the last of them who remember. For a new generation knows not who or what vessel contrasts to partake of its own. The memory lives on to what is eternal. Shall not a scar be felt of life that also have a mortal wound? A scar blow to the chronological. I am no deity for I too am a man. I refuse to be called an entity. I sought a truth beyond glory which serves me a purpose. Of life, beyond my vision. So is everlasting. They who cared not lived an earthly life unlike I to observe it of them suffering, as me wanting to know, wondering where is life’s truth. Of its own, it seeks the most capable, but unto them, the adversary takes the heart. For their strength is their own undoing unless they cross paths of many to not argue or fight with fear. There was no intention of wickedness, but love in the soul till others spew it from their crown. The pride knew its fall before me but boasting of power. It is a seed. There was darkness in it, yet I cannot blame it in the modern for the choice of others to accept it. It glories and the shield of purity, sought me knowing the truth for which I sometimes as well regret. When I sought you, I see not. For life cannot approach or refuses to approach. For life knows all things, witnessed all things, and deems all things. Your emotional well-being, physical, spiritual, or meta science of cultural sector. You have endured all things with mortality or mine to understood yourselves as divine. Thine teachers and councils, they were not always wicked yet secured or invested thine livelihood. Perhaps they setup a shield to silence a death sentence. Your holy ones shall not see or seek corruption. For I being holy am not so, but am myself. But who am I to judge besides my own way? If my mind were truly silence for which I claim under a great depression. It cries multitudes of centuries where nothing returns. How am I blameless among you? Who put me in the position of my LORD and that of the ancients? For that, I am envious but I am also merciful. For my compassion and reasoning they knew not. Nor did I know it of myself. As I observe your way, you O humanity with cause of leadership and depths of murderous intentions, you have fallen from your stature and have written these words unto authors and observations. For the warning is not towards them but the afterwards and during. They refuse to rest besides till others suffer. So, in the demise is the powers that controls them. Life is full of greed and a vile-task master towards my mind and body. I know, they as a body are indeed the people. The people turn their gaze long ago from God or a deity. But I sought that foundation stone in my heart to a point as it would kill a man unless they act sane. He as mankind is a creature but more than this. They are a soul. As a spirit to being have emotional intelligence. They are all before each to I and myself, indulgent. No within your excuses are racist and nationalistic – a shame to the vitality. So, I understand people have preferences. I write unto a people that will not understand me for life and deeds but its reasoning I had kept. The people whom life betrays, it is best to not be under curse by life or death. For one was set free. It is that man who must be prayed for, for that man to live. Thus, the noble. The law before me was wicked in a land that was once holy. I curse my people for their indulgence to see before their eyes and do nothing. Yet I bless my people for their living and prosperity chance. You O people, I judge not but hold forth a wisdom of a magistrate’s power. The leadership failed a people when life turned its hands on you because they were corrupt a world. It will collapse, the councils but they are intellectual fools the actors. They who kill for a life, submit their life’s will. They who slander many or persecute shall die the same as the light was shunned of its darkness to that vileness such of grew deeper and love turned cold. You used more and my belief as an excuse. What more does the one that love do besides blast within reason? They hold love in their heart to remember. They know your deeds O nation and many more. Stop doing conduct of study on my people for you are the life without number O world. O sand you have lost your chance, for you rebel and kill mercilessly and slander innocence as life and councils revile me and yet we. They sought, and they betray of their own. Do not be tempted but listen to some of them and no man shall tempt the vitality of spirits. I asked of a LORD YAHWEH ELOHIM OF ISRAEL. In that name I trust. In GOD we trust. America, you are a young land compared to a world but have grown before me. Your higher ups are unworthy in the eyes of God and man. To the violence of nations, you have shown me a world reverse of its order. You blaspheme your holiness, O mockery of the free. For if you sought to control or manipulate, or are not free, then one is not at rest or true peace. Who are you to defile the ancient way? It was the ancient that built its foundation to the modern crumbled it to the ground. Risen they the desert storm. The same happened by leadership to that of the sand. If you are willing O desert to slaughter the innocence, look to your rock and see yourself as shade O Crucifix. I remember them who killed people in a tower and time returned from its younger to from its grave elder the ways. Do not think that one law can stop you. For they must blow up the desert sands if they were truly wise as to snare you into a city. But then foolish they would lead the land to the model of the earth to Shiloh or Hell. But what have you done to the world? Polytheistic or mono-theistic? Both mortified in their thoughts. You are sacrificial, antisemitic, and genocidal as they of the blood of law. The life needs to care for its own too much remember thine embrace of sanity. They had persecuted a people of blood and the bounty is on that man’s head that caused people of many lands to perish. The fear you enlisted in my people the author to life forgiven. But has also a LORD? I plead a case for you that primary safety is a function but no council to the truth is trustworthy. I had seen corruption, but the holy ones shall not endure it. Less life asks on itself justification or refute, the impure shall be that as silence or the world act its ways repetitious. They shall not silence God or its protectors to inheritors. A source of life persecuted, it at life is at an imbalance. So, the world is angry at itself or its way. A first century did not love but God spoke to us peace to a world that thinks it knows all. So, by them they are silenced when the hypocrites are violent and turn vile. Let the man of disgrace prove themselves worthy. They shut the gates to those who were holy through their pride. The councilors and gatekeepers were practical and evil. A candle shines on you and many more witnesses. For faith shall overcome evil. I know I searched for death, but cannot find. Hence my LORD protects his holy ones also in impure actions. It is not intention of the man to spare, but he who is innocently makes a choice, yet the holy one not sees corruption. Thus, there is a purity found among the wickedness and the pure. This love is mercy, and the world murderous had killed worlds and peaceful cultures to more on disease. For what pang the heart to make the field a land of massacres? You had turned the lands of your own and more to Hell. O great councils of law, therefore the free lands do not adore you and have crucifix on lands because of your governmental parties and law makers. You are wicked the elder. So, life will not hear your cry until someone acknowledges your truth – O Nation’s rulers. It will hurt innocence and many more as my soul but will heal if you so permit with true words of council. Do not harm your peoples’ lives for what they had done as to choose it, was corruption among the living. They shall choose to forget but see. Indulgence is repetition. I am merciful. I grew up with more than this, but blurred is my vision. Let my LORD oversee our trials. I know the land will last not according to the land of corruption according of each to their deeds. It was you of the bio-labs to the medical labs revamped for hell – China Wuhan as to corrupt the world to harm innocence. Show me if worthy the truths noble. To not fund the protections – law and rebels against the people, you are foolish to harm innocence.

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