Lord, I am your servant. I pray that all I receive today would be friendly, encouraging, and would help me to be better. I pray
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Everything was in Harmony. I was complete. Then descended the Fire, consuming My round balanced table. But It released the fount Of untold blessings, The
Never were true words Spoken. What is manifest Is illusion. The Real poem is so Indescribably perfect, Just imagine it.
Radiologists, Not drone doctors staring at Computer screens, but Antibodies. We’ve Been shrunk, and are conducting Diagnostics so Your exo-suit can Get back in the
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