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  …for it sees you…

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  Come ye twentieth year o’ ye XX…

  Come ye twentieth month o’ ye XX…

  Come ye twentieth day o’ ye XX…

  Rise ye, Son. Rise o’ ye Son o’ yon final coronation. Beckons ye Herald of the Wise Men. Thus came yon hour to deliver ye miracles across o’er yon world, o’er yon mountain, o’er yon shore.

  For it was the Herald of the Wise Men that fed well the Son’s dry tongue, as it shall be the Herald of the Wise Men that bellows thick from ye mighty horn to lead yon lamb to our shepherd. Cleave yon lips well upon thine horn. Smite the night of First Believers. Raise the dawn of All Ye Faithful.

  Thus came the miracle of one.

  O’er yon lake. The water was not to drink. No fish to catch as ye believed barren of life.

  Our Son walked not on yon waters as yon lake shall dry beneath thine feet.

  Every one fleeting ounce of water purged, two bold pounds of fish gained.

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  Before thine own eyes, it was done. Thy stomachs would be quelled for generations upon generations, but what of thou throats? Our Son assured yon impure waters shall never return, but the blood of the fish was clean.

  Thus came the miracle of two.

  Yon ray of the Son may seek and reunite yon souls of thy flesh left behind.

  Proof absolute of the spirit, avita aeterna, after death, yet never beyond ye grasp of gratus cultus. Remember this in memory for thee.

  Those with doubt in mind and heart may fear the cold image of thine own horrid flesh, but the Son assures yon light of the Lord’s love is warm and ever-reaching for his children.

  Let it be sung o’er all houses of worship. Let the Son shine. Let-the-Son-shine-in to thine hearts, then yon road to heaven’s embrace shall rise to meet thee.

  Thus came the miracle of three.

  Hold thy tongue if thy feeble mind dares thou to speak ill of the burdens the Son most gracious must bear to perform yon acts of generosity!

  Let it be thankless that ye Son tasted thine skin ravaged by disease wrought with the original sin handed down by all our forefathers! Ye Son suffers upon himself to render thine body filthy with sin, free from it!

  To gaze upon this vision is to look up high at yon Son! To not avert thy gaze is proof absolute of your belief, and to us shall we accept thee into all yon houses of worship! Bask in the rays of yon bright Son! GLORY BE TO THE SHINING SON!

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  SEAL THY FATE

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