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…papal Bull…

…IUPAPacy gone sideways on a strange journey to tourniquet what physics are skewed toward the speculative like fiction until we begin experimenting internationally as attempting a union can apply a context of purity to find the content expressed physics defined by a thoroughly-cleaned secular thought space as demanding so that in nature it may truly hold the keys to the kingdom spiritual as we have seen throughout the cycles of a given impression to infer something beyond speculations or superstition, but who are these martyrs as claimed to be wizened by the brutality of non-believers in times less than willing to see the future as positive especially when a harsh tribal life might have been all we knew then as the words we use now hold a freedom that people do not until even as times do change for what can be perceived as better there are still peculiar undercurrents beyond localized state of mind confused that take us by misconstrued evidence of a vindictive monster that somehow does if it could be called live up in the cloudy atmosphere above our heads, though as above so below so that the dead flesh walks again in the streets with us proving to us that this works even if it becomes another step in building to boredom this ennui triggering a depression of internal aspects we have never known any thing other than this as myriad of systems that currently exist that would normally allow us to function properly though still invariably there will be mistakes especially Here… superfluity gets the better of us all as nuns and nurses hear that calling sooner than later in this life perhaps because something deeper than merely compassion for others or a feeling of unity with a god that demands total loyalty or nothing ever gets better no matter how many leaps or bounds are made like looking down the barrel of a loaded gun ready to fire to solve the problems we universally face displacing the features one wears while destroying any chances of being able to survive these beatific breakdowns are medieval kinds of control coagulating static into eerie supernal presence that shames all who do not obey, severity salvage of dreams creating cultures worth of gloating bloated corpses floating sight unseen as ghosts than blatant random edging into other lives so lost to the same monolithic cause defended by crooked imagination set upon assertive behaviors of madness whose desired effects are seen for doing people wrong by forcing them into no other choice than between rock and a hard place or else you get the horns, gored to death a fetish for those that wish something different than absolute submission to subtle death wishes what can culminate utter devotion toward these funeral parlor tricks assuaging fears of what comes next after life has been lived dying alone and burned up in a box that contains all that was and shall be again as the wait in this cage makes the naive natives go restless searching for proof of an exit even though there are left unopened no obvious thresholds… exotic divine rhetoric utilized to placate a massive stake in the claimed heart of sinners who report against a base cruelty resorted to time and again by church figures whom spread their biased interpretations to convert and dictate whatever stiff corpses there are perverted in taking the most advantages over others Here until that long con game struggles a dagger breaking the swagger in the back disgrace betrayal wracks outer edges moving closer relying upon only one breakthrough to shatter the center…

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