Myrrh of Death

To assemble together, and testify, of this Passing Over, for the Pleasure in Devouring Judgment. Judgment white, shining, gentle, and brittle.

The moon of Frankincense, white, walks upon Existence, of Himself, to God, to the Mighty.

Praising to Confess He who liveth and seeth Me, their bread, their war; My bread, My war.

A Lion of Fortification, is not made Poor nor Low unto just people, but made as Enlightened Lamps of the Wise.

Purposing a Fissure to Call the Anointed assistance of God. Weary and tired of the white Incense of Lividness, as a Man of Heart, praising and confessing.

Progress, flames upon Inflamed Swords, walking, and going, God with them, to Me a Light, to Light Me up a Name, and a putting, as a Precious Stone.

The hammermen and filemen, enter into Countries without Water, associated with Him, joined, to adhere the adhesion.

The whiteness of the Learned, the Demoness of the Night, situated within the Heart of the Sea, netted and eloquent.

"Not My people.", proclaim the Nativity of this Generation, and for the better, not having obtained mercy, nor Pitied.

Wrapt up, hidden, and covered in the Rosin of Myrrh, the Myrrh set within the Heart of a Man; the Heart of the Sea.

Lucius, luminous and white, bringing Light. Made of boards, as the Almond, the Light of the Tree, light-giving.

Separations of the Departure of the She-Wolf, as a standing Pool that drives away Sorrow. Scattering the Battle that dissolves and disperses.

Pressed down, worn, and fastened, broken within the pleasant testimony, as the Ascent of Scorpions make empty their dens, and watch.

A Priest, working the work of the Lord, the defense, strength, and trust of the Lord, wipes away, and breaks the Fear of smiting.

A wooden burning, the adoration of the extended Land of Poverty. The smiting of His Son; how poor a smiter were those of the Decrease.

The Smiter, knowing a double measure, judging the garment of Judgment, striving for the covering of chiding.

All measures of Gifts, are as the preparation of a Garment, a chiding Garment of measure.

Excelling the greatness of the Towers height, a person from Magdala, declaring God, and the Chosen Fruit of God, as the covering roof from the dissolving within the region of Gog.

A body thrust hard together, as a Sickness, or a company of Dancers unto a Harp, praising God, and the Pardon upon His Harp of Our Infirmity.

Tents of two fields, house two Armies, beneath the Tents of Judgment, as a Comforter, hasting from a Hill, declares a message unto the Marrow of an Ending, their Ending, and their growing Hope.

Seeing a Sign, is as seeing a Letter, which makes speed to the Spoil, as He who hasten's to the Prey.

Assemblies of Congregations, worship the burning of raised crookedness, as My Messenger, My Angel, visits their King and Counselor.

The Lord, My King, reigns upon their Counselling, in fullness of the riches of Spiritual circumcision.

Rebellious bitterness, set within the Trees, blocking the views of a Comforter, a Leader.

My Lady states : "My Prince of Rest, forgetfulness unto He that is forgotten.", forgetting who makes to forget... "God hath made Me to forget, the rest and presents within houses and places of Sin.

A sad and bitter sleep, a sacrifice of Myrrh, in accordance unto the Ascension, of the coming of the Lord.

An inheritance from the beginning, shining, and as Polite as the Evangelist, and not as the Bitterness of a Bramble, who becomes Bitter, and provokes such a Lady.

A Parable governs, as the whistling of a hissing, the burden of a Prophecy, a lifting up of Gifts.

Temptation, as the Wand of Governments, rains upon this Prison Her gifts of Bitter rain.

Given as a reward, the twelve signs of the Zodiac, a hundred cubits den'd deep within the Cave of every Soul, making empty the Son of the Building of Understanding.

Selling knowledge, unto He that measures the Water of Love, as the Process of Judgment springs forth the Waters of Grief.

Measuring the Habits of the Covering of His Precious Fruit, declaring a message, within the Sharpness of Wit, as a Riddle : "How good is God!".

An Eternal reward unto He who proclaims God to be the uproar of the Multitude of the Waters of Jordan.

The Deliverance of the Lord, is as a Pillar of Provision. My King, My Counsel, God is My King, the King of Health, a Magnificent King, a King of Justice, supplying even the supplied Kings and Counselors.

Affording the Honey of His Kingdom to Counselors, the Abode of the Good. Impoverished to prepare the True and Certain.

Who conducts the Comforters, and their preparation of Heat? Numbering the rewards prepared. Who reckons those counted as Charmers, and Regarders of Times.

The Appearance of the Force of Waters, out of My mouth, proceeds before Reproach, as a Dispeller of Shame, as He that Fights and Disputes against the Bitterness of the Rebellious, changing the Bitter, to provoke the Rebellious Ruling.

Bitterness; the Myrrh of Death, the Defluxion and Imposthume of Disputes and Quarrels.

Reviews

[KatDarkness]

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[Amduscia]

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[Amduscia]

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[SquinklaPsyOps]

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[Amduscia]

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[Tina Kline]

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