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Posted: 22 Jul 2017 12:33
It Came Once In The, At A Time In Time, A Man Stance:
The Man, Friend Of A Richer [Man] Wast Humble[]. The Friend, Teaching Humbleness, Taught He Friend How He Mayth Too, Become Of Weath Through Further Humbleness.
Of All His Lives He Remembered Only Humbleness[]. Thus Anger Became Of He: His Life Remainder To Be Humble, And Beneath The Wealth Of His Friend.
For Verily He Hath Done The Deed Of His Teachings. Anger And Its Thoughts Weret Suppressed… Pain And Its Thoughts Weret Hidden... As So Love And Thoughts Weret Expressed...
He Wast Taught Of HE As The Lover, Yet The Loving-Desire-Conditional He Beheld HIS Understanding.
Twas Of This Reasoning, Man Ought To Kill His Friend. For Friend Taught A Thought, Which Indeed, Wast A Painful To His Thoughts, For It Wast Against.
The Man Thus Brought He Friend To Death. Thinking He Hath Destroyed A Pain, Wealth Wast His Expecting. Unknowing, That He Hath Manifested An Ill Heself.
Friends Father, A Mighty Magician, Sought Word[] Of His Son’s Death. Finding Twas The Friend [Man], The Father Took Man As Man And Made He As A Bee.
The Father Let Him Fly Into His Gardens. Fruitful, Wast The Gardens, Such That A God Hath. Happy Wast Bee, Thinking This, His Gift Forth His Humbleness.
The Father Thence, In Swift With Great Magic, Tore The Wings Forth Bee And Through Him Beneath. There, In A Place Whereth No Holy Visibly Lingers.
Father: “Must Ye Bear The Deed Of Ye Act, Death Of Mine [Son]. Travel Ye, The Plane, Until All Necessary Corners Hath To Ye Been Seen. Through All This, Thy Legs Shall Suffer.
Whence Thou Look Beneath Thyself, And Seith Thyne Pain-Ridden Legs [That Which Is At Equivalent Pain Of Mine Sons Death], And Desire Want Of It, Inasmuch As To Beeth Cured Of It,
And Inasmuch As Thou Desire Wings Desire Thy Legs, Then, To Thee, Wings Shall It Beeth Granted, And Such Gardens Ye Shall Inherent...”
Bee, In Little He Mapped, So Still With His Indifferent Thoughts. Of The Curer He Spake Ugliness And To He, He Laughed.
As Wast Told, In Legs, Pain Dwelt. “Wouldst Not This Plane Beeth Travered, By The Will!” He Spake In Anger. In Refusal, Bee Slept. But Pain Increased.
So Terrible This Pain And Its Thoughts, That With Humbleness Of Bee Became As Unhidden. In Great Distress, Bee Tore He Legs Afar.
In This, Pain Raged Even Higher, However. Bee Renewed His Legs, And Though Lesser Pain, And In Pain, Accepted. Traversed He The Plane In Great Search...
So Long Pain Lingered, In Time, Twas Welcomed. In Time Afar, Weret Desired. And At Certain Once, In A Time, Around He Time Ceased.
Became He In Love With Plane As In Garden. Bee Return As A Man, And Split Heself. Became He As Neutral To Above Below. Merged He, And With Plane Became Garden, And With Garden Became Plane...
The Man, Friend Of A Richer [Man] Wast Humble[]. The Friend, Teaching Humbleness, Taught He Friend How He Mayth Too, Become Of Weath Through Further Humbleness.
Of All His Lives He Remembered Only Humbleness[]. Thus Anger Became Of He: His Life Remainder To Be Humble, And Beneath The Wealth Of His Friend.
For Verily He Hath Done The Deed Of His Teachings. Anger And Its Thoughts Weret Suppressed… Pain And Its Thoughts Weret Hidden... As So Love And Thoughts Weret Expressed...
He Wast Taught Of HE As The Lover, Yet The Loving-Desire-Conditional He Beheld HIS Understanding.
Twas Of This Reasoning, Man Ought To Kill His Friend. For Friend Taught A Thought, Which Indeed, Wast A Painful To His Thoughts, For It Wast Against.
The Man Thus Brought He Friend To Death. Thinking He Hath Destroyed A Pain, Wealth Wast His Expecting. Unknowing, That He Hath Manifested An Ill Heself.
Friends Father, A Mighty Magician, Sought Word[] Of His Son’s Death. Finding Twas The Friend [Man], The Father Took Man As Man And Made He As A Bee.
The Father Let Him Fly Into His Gardens. Fruitful, Wast The Gardens, Such That A God Hath. Happy Wast Bee, Thinking This, His Gift Forth His Humbleness.
The Father Thence, In Swift With Great Magic, Tore The Wings Forth Bee And Through Him Beneath. There, In A Place Whereth No Holy Visibly Lingers.
Father: “Must Ye Bear The Deed Of Ye Act, Death Of Mine [Son]. Travel Ye, The Plane, Until All Necessary Corners Hath To Ye Been Seen. Through All This, Thy Legs Shall Suffer.
Whence Thou Look Beneath Thyself, And Seith Thyne Pain-Ridden Legs [That Which Is At Equivalent Pain Of Mine Sons Death], And Desire Want Of It, Inasmuch As To Beeth Cured Of It,
And Inasmuch As Thou Desire Wings Desire Thy Legs, Then, To Thee, Wings Shall It Beeth Granted, And Such Gardens Ye Shall Inherent...”
Bee, In Little He Mapped, So Still With His Indifferent Thoughts. Of The Curer He Spake Ugliness And To He, He Laughed.
As Wast Told, In Legs, Pain Dwelt. “Wouldst Not This Plane Beeth Travered, By The Will!” He Spake In Anger. In Refusal, Bee Slept. But Pain Increased.
So Terrible This Pain And Its Thoughts, That With Humbleness Of Bee Became As Unhidden. In Great Distress, Bee Tore He Legs Afar.
In This, Pain Raged Even Higher, However. Bee Renewed His Legs, And Though Lesser Pain, And In Pain, Accepted. Traversed He The Plane In Great Search...
So Long Pain Lingered, In Time, Twas Welcomed. In Time Afar, Weret Desired. And At Certain Once, In A Time, Around He Time Ceased.
Became He In Love With Plane As In Garden. Bee Return As A Man, And Split Heself. Became He As Neutral To Above Below. Merged He, And With Plane Became Garden, And With Garden Became Plane...