Is life a short story? Or do the chapers pass ages of time.? Are we bound in our own confusion? Or is the limits those bound by the same line? In what way do we differ? And what God do you praise? The god of the white man? Who's pain inflected by the same hand.
I speak of a spirit who's day's have aways been. Like unto him be the circle. With no beginning, and no end. His spirit was given before time or so your same book said. Liken unto his image. I must have always been. If not in flesh, then in spirit. Who's spirit path I must take. And all of my wisdom in no other have forsake.
Some say do unto other's as you would have them to you. And as we all are spirit's Ten time more we should do. And for the hungry a full body when he leaves. but unto his flesh soon departed. He be a better soul if in need. No waters parted just simple truth's started for those who lose.
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