Congealing his anger
clotting his will
Attacking your weakness
— to hemorrhage until
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Nicely worded in a graphic form. Well done Kurt.
Thanks Soren.
My pleasure Kurt
And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.
Yes, Revelation says ...
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