The Complex Parable, Paradox To Pandora Box Of A Ancient Assyria, Of All Ancient Beast Rule, Revisited
-Watchman, what of the night, 2015, you woke mightily exhausted in your bed with remembrance of strange names in your head, when just as soon you began to be soothed, by the amazing lyrics, we exalt thee; only with said amazing lyrics come a remarkable memory. You was in events in doing heaven, the Lambs book of life was opened and it’s Ancient Scroll was being crafted into, as of a school day, name, roll call. That every time one of its worthy participates was called, said inscription would rise from divine antiquities, with all eyes upward it's notice and float and flutter into heavenly places beyond. -Then all you could hear so sweetly in your ear was its host of heaven singing so miraculously, we exalt thee, then plainly, remarkably still, onto the next. Then on to the next, from Cain slaying Abel into the cry, six millenniums here lately, go and get the twelve heirs, see Rev. 7; so as to sift and shape shift through billions of subscri...