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| Odin without makeup. |
Weird and weird as yet could be. The shadow in the back lines behind, watching the courageous fall to oblivion!
In his book is written the names of those who fall in whatever battle, in blood or soul is ripped. Those names are there but if not, are condemned though you love them, though your heart be filled with hate to the brim!...for others.
They have no place to go and thus stay in this quagmire to rot, fertilizing the soil with their disintegrated atoms, for the future life which awaits mortel men. To be reprogrammed or predestined to die and die again on earth for Moloch.
Their names are not in the book. And from one village to the next the hermit goes, as happy as a god, unseen.
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| How Odin hides in a criminal world. |
Hooded and watching between life's cracks, and concealed in the dark, like the Angel of Death, he is a friend to God, here and in the astral world.
He hasn't but one eye opened, and it's for you. Others feel his passage, when he's with you and are frightened; its like a cold breeze, when he's loves you.
Yet you know that he's as the great heat of the sun, burnt to a crisp like a charcoal stone. A dark glaring diamond with an eagle's wing dress hidden beneath his black head cloth!
Ô God and Jesus. Why fret? It's your essence replenishes all that lives and breathes in this World, and in all the others more than likely!
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| Thule's Child and His Justice from up above. |
