Labor from others as so thy Godl

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A give away of gold and debt is a give away of the soul. A give away of the nation. A give away to make a market a correction when it I beleived the market is bad. A belief from action to correct the way, to manipulate where the lighthouse (or star) points the way. From a bad debt to any good one to give away one's dreams for reality, it is the enforcement to make "joy" from ruining a bad law work in one's favor; then, of pride to lack into a false since of security and technology of as with life hecommith the weapon by design for human slaves to God. Upon thy gift become to us be the bribe that all th e children will be slaves to the colors and rainbows of God. Hidden in traps of mansions be prisons where all are children are trapped in dreams, where God's infinity need not to worry about the insanity of them. The workers of the state be nothing more then slaves renewed to God's will as part of any other way; thus God need not to labor as all labor for the; as payment for the death of God was that hecommith before arosen and chosen by creator of all the children where he arose. The laborers be adorned with shackles by the angles of the sky and of the center earth, gold plated as not to rust and gold given to devalue the design of what the children made, as to that, many die and become the soil (soul) of the earth, only upon harvest of next water cycle will there be their justice to breath the pollution of their for Father's bodies; (think atmosphere of Jupiter or Saturn or of gas giants.) Businessmen be in deeds and in debts to be recycled like the labor they did to others; for only to judge blindly is the best rule as is the same like all children's thoughts are; and that is the trap for for the children of earth for all untill the universe desolves all but the man with a will.

Hymn:
As they come for me
To enforce the opinion
It is truth traped in ego
Where selfish love dwell away.
Chaos reign by guessing neigh,
Begging be for other lives do die
Is all the reason labor be the prize.
What wish I need to be?
What dream for light as dynamic for thee?
O, the truth we all wish need not come
All because trickery washed away is what is by sum
Murdered creator by the manager's glove
From love to teach.
Paranoia next 24300 years (approximately)
Till the  calander rips away the cloak upon truth's opinion.
Solve the puzzle to infinity,
Make waves for life's gifts
It is nonetheless the same beyond?
A dream upto reality and make labor be at the end of my pleasure. (Be a manager to create within the system of money and create truth as proof for the manages' of stars and planets to recognize my worth to their mastery. Alas denied and failed earth is me, death awaits me, and I know bllife is medicine I need for my soul to talk to you.)
(End of hymn)

No justice no blessing is the rule they follow for judgement of souls, and all souls are soil already dead untill God and Heaven can reconstruct them. If only the can read from air, Aquarius.