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God Of The Hills And Valleys
Oh My God, I cry
Upon the very night sky
That I want to dream again
Of daffodils and dandelions
Tulips
And Roses too
Who?
Do I cry for but the God of hills and Valleys
You are mine, shepherd. I shall not want
And like a lamb, the devil I do taunt
For the demons, do they know they haunt me so
Plant a seed and watch it grow
Reap what you sow
Knowledge is what you see that you let go to fill
Your cup again
To Grow
Slow
Motion
Locomotion
Catch the train of all the pain I ever had
Knowing I am not alone via this landline phone
Fill your Prescience through prayer
In Prescience, we learn the Earth groans, giving birth to all things on both sides of the fence, and like a woman, she groans in childbirth. She moans
"NO more pain, no more war."
"Like an Eagle, I wish to soar, not grow weary and fill this hole in my wing that tore upon the anti-aircraft flack of a man named Jack."
So 1,2,3,4,5,6, pick up sticks and hope you see three rather than 2 of the holy number marking the beast and its blunder
789 Reload
Gunpowder load
Bullets blown out
The spout
Don't cry, don't pout
Get the heck out and fight the war soldier
Sacrifice your life, soldier
Cowards aren't made of peace and love
And that's the lie we sell, saying we gave you rest from the dove
Except she's really a pelican with a message of pestilence pollution, and more war
Like an eagle, young Christian, you will soar
Upon the hills and valleys
taking down numbers in stats and tallies
Keeping score until the ultimate Armageddon www at
Megiddo
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