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Holy words that ripple across the oecans of the void
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The Messiah Complex In the void that consumed our little world, faint voices of the old timers, the holy men of old, those long lost to the grave of time, echoed across the vast exspance, making home in our hearts as we realized the reality we were now facing. Men in the old days warned of the time when our freedoms would be taken and our God would outlawed. They begged the people to listen; they pleaded to the children of men to open up to the words they spoke, yet no one heeded the warnings. We now found ourselves facing the consequence of a deaf ear.
