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Myestery
 Slick dark hair dripping with green goo to keep the mosquitoes and flies at away the man walked all in black with two gun belts side to side three throwing knifes and a star on his chest he played the part of the Sherriff best but he had no offices only the wild wicked west and a vest and a horse. He rode like a Creek Indian no saddle no blanket his jeans was turning white from the lather off Limnent his only favorite horse paused then there was three near misses of the caravan attack 6ix wheels in unison 6ix legged beast three helmeted heads one purple like an cardinal bird a caravan creature dressed all in spandex peddling three differant sexes three differant directions eating up them miles. Three times eye suffered as eye was hit three times they brake mye thorny crown mye visage is undone my pain keeps me from sleep the end of time is closer now. Do not look for rapture but the Resurrection Day is closer the one is shrouded in myestery the other is become the certainty. Jesus did not wino out he never stumbled from table to couch filling his ample belly? With the cup of fiery fermented best, he only ate or drank to be polite as with any guest bidden to share repast whatever they were having, blest. If life is in the blood then fill my cup with some please fill it up then lead me back to every highway store to fill me yet again wine and beers and liqueurs there if drink is GOD if life is blood then make my pocket full of money make me rich as Abraham let me drink more milk and honey more malted blends more mead more ales more cola and more rum. Eye wait for death an animal encased in stone eye died above the ground all alone the Radiation field kept my face and hands intact my mind is working inside this field of granite stone the lead limned tomb of Rome for life comes from the throne of GOD the SPIRIT GOD the LORD of Love. God is the Head of IAM, the living GOD, the HOLY and the TRUE, for listen to me carefully if meat for the belly were indeed a GOD then eye would feed all the people in this city just standing in the alleyway behind the bar and shooting hot dogs from the scar wounds in my hands from where they nailed me to the Cross the lifeless tree and then turning hands to fists eye would deliver me from death, by fighting all of them who beat me up crippled helpless old women and men. Here is the myestery the Riddle of the Sphinx "What is that which has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?" ANSWER: The man is born a child crawling on all fours he becomes a young man walking on two legs upright and then he adds a cane in old age to keep moving in fright and myestery.



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