God who’s he – The Tale

God is somehow personally at you. He is even further in the future at you… But if God used his time since 100 billion years ago. So he tempered with inner illusions when he was born as well to this universe. The mind shouldn’t exist. God has as well had a start? Not perfect? And no one talks about it. My Goddess, who is in the girl and the God in the man. It’s what what what. In a… Seriously if you enter one girl into it if she knows everything in your mind? Then the God and Goddess set their path in love. They are equally the same. Like love eternal. No problems where they could then make a big great utopian world. No, no, couldn’t be more.…

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My own Unique and Latest few Poems collection on my Twitter about Love and Future

Some of the collection, three is Fibonacci good, so three it will be, such indeed there are more than just a few there are dozen all forgotten, still not unleashed but always there to breath upon remarks of the past. Thi even time, but crucial, but hopes for the better to getting well better, keeping thee upon see. We might be who else we might try to be. So it’s you who need you to remember, though, that the bee is the one to protect. Unless depress, being the worlds and the world the same keeping after all divided future for thi upon seeing thee might be ever to see the bee forever kept as a treasure towards the illness that can’t disappear unless it’s spoken about, told who…

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Short Story: Eye of the Beholder – Jihad The Holy War

Here is one of these stories told towards just more within-within few of this inside in within. You might not fully understand this the more you seek upon mostly all of these short stories. It’s a war within called Jihad, something as a battle within, in the people’s mind, a war of where you attend as the taker, taker of the mighty eternal sword you might perhaps be able to have within. Still, upon a time, you dwell, not taking the shots and the moments. As maybe never taking risks and the ways to possibly taking the long, to win it all. As there are paths beyond, to enter the dungeons of the seek, and thus fight off the evil, monstrous divide, things that hide, hide beneath so that…

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Short book of Storytelling: The devil is dead!

Back in 2002 the day of mid-summer. I finally caught the moment and seized the opportunity to really have the guts that I’ve learned through a course of 5 years to finally see someone in the eyes and let him steal my soul, finally… I had that moment sitting in front of a wall, looking straight at the wall, using all my will to finally be able to see the dark. It was like darkness surrounding my eyes. It was imminent as I couldn’t see that more than dark. What I’ve forever been trying to do, to see the blue, I picked up an illusional sword and attacked the very first thing that came in my vision. At that point, I got voices in my head telling me certain…

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