Writhing,...God above I pray, fast, scrimmage with sobriety, sometimes project false image for my small town society. Say some aloud when proud, when humiliated utter, trip over, stutter, scream, cry & in alternate language issue forth & sometimes in abject madness do my prayers 🙏 to you occasionally become articulated,...utterly marionated in sadness. It is my fondest wish this Mars 24th Ram denounces happily Son of Sam conduct constructs fuct & embraces the holy Fish. I offer you this my Lord, my Everything,...my Althing, My Wöten, My Odin, this humble Emoten & sanctified oration that YOU might hear the desperation of my savagely put forth Ovation. Hear my plea's O'Lord. This is my singular layman's prayer. I have no Priest, Cleric or Shaymen lest they make sick, poison, add esoteric verse, otherwise make terse, or pervert my word to you My Lord. It
cannot be so. This great sickness has got to go. Purge from me these ills, the shit, the pills, the desires, the ruminated thoughts,...the unsolicited woes & angry throws of my Woman. Deliver us both from Evil. That We might live out the rest of our lives, whether as husband's or wives forever more your stout, devout & faithful servants ever giving you the glory lest we be contrived & fated,...never in holy matrimony elated as man & woman,...to be unseated in your Kingdom, ever bewitched, afouled, led astray to the end of days two fool's, bereft & cleft of Your miracle union. The Norse have a saying I am fond of..."Oft enough if a Man's courage holds, so to might his luck!" My courage yet holds lest my inner metal be thought anything but "gold". However it is often the inner workings of witchlings so clever to endeavor the undoing of two of Wötens wondrous creatures spooning to they're collective end. Tis an Evil trend Luis Cyphers imps to human kind this day send. I am spent O'Lord,...undone. With tears streaming & blood hot with intent bent on the redeeming of this LOVE once sacred do I say this final prayer so mild my dearest Grandmother taught me as a child. Dear Lord, Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take Amen, & weld strong once again with your holy Word implying undying faith strong the love I am fighting so dearly to keep within her sight ere my hearts not wrong. May We both come into your Kingdom together, forever more in eternity amongst your eternal throng.☆♡☆♡

Written By; Drin Jacöb Hildebränd this 11th Day aüf Röcktøber 2022
[That My Princess might become exercised of hate, malice, & evermore recieve the Golden Chalice brimming with the blood & everlasting life of Jesus Christ my Lord & Saviour.]
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