their is a day that reflects the last of its kind, here is wisdom no man can return without understanding. nor will be any confusion tomorrow. for the first of many curses have crushed though God's promise that is kept with Roger the Last Prophet for the morning to come and the evening to see the lonely street of God's heart were the hardness is the day that must be forgotten or the day that many people meet to find love among the only way the palace meets. and if the day could be resurrected from the dreams of this world. it is not far from here to know were the gods had fallen before us today holding back down to this world the ante or the wage of their own actions that can never be change so i Roger Grant will pull these weeds from the ground that we walk on and these weeds will be put forth into fire that was built before the day was over, and if you are still fighting Me Roger you will never get anything good that i have gave to the world for doing good. for helping Me to restore the Kingdom of God.
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