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 Every Halloween people see dead relitives the headless horseman of the apocalypse tree and mee and perhaps mye brother. A new life ZOA and all things changed could mean most anything even salvation to a long dead family and ancestors come again to life iff even for a little while to show the living murderers the way. Halloween they fill the baskets of the living munchkins up with greedy gain. ALL HALLOWS EVE is close but misses mee as eye am still alive. Someone has botched the job eye breathe. Which brings me to the definition of the real holiday All Saints Day. Father, all-powerful and ever-living God, today we rejoice in the holy men and women of every time and place.
May their prayers bring us your forgiveness and love.
We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son,
who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever. Amen. Now the Fabel can begin where truth is magnified and not left off. Faith is walking on the water in a storm with nothing under feet but water and fathomes in the deep. Not yet certain about All Saints Day eye have a forgiven feeling fine blessed in all my endeavors fabeling my Brother long in grave or sometimes not iff he be saved he walks on Halloween they see my long dead brother rise the townfolk get a glimmer of a Jesus man inside because he was baptized unto religion. Eye knoe he felt forgiven perhaps as in his endevoured living he died an accidental death yet lives breathes in JESUS as well as we all come to the test. My body may be burnt to crisp in some moratorium crematorium pyre is there on the other side of the state controlled execution my head so used to eating lay severed from my flesh the nether parts the hand and feet so blessed what bothers mee is not the death my demise can make mee frown eye will have a crown of life where eye am bound no control over what they do to me perhaps a potters grave in a forgotten field of purple flowers as eye rise and walk on Halloween my Crown upon mye visage clean my Qyeen quite safe within mye heart eye sing praise unto the GOD of Life Jesus in his Heaven.


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