God would call this day a travesty and betrayal, they need rest, but cannot find it they challenge every governmental task to cleanse this area they seek out every good place to hide and none is there what follows them are missiles guns ammunition and fame. Without me they're dead but they course along the streets waving their banners with guns and flags of unrest no man could hold us against them but they say no and all the little ones start fearing why do they need to begin this war they say it's Rogers fault everything that comes here with Roger's fault since the day that I lived do they know me I never hated them. They try to get popularity, this is the ever popular, they're insane, they need rest they have no worries no jobs to go to no people to see? They put that down last night, along with everybody else that was sleeping tight they need to enter into people's houses in an attack. they will say that they will gain from this nothing and hope to kill Me to end this War. but that was not the key, the key remained in thier head that never knew God the way i had known God. they will hate you for knowing God the Sun. the calling of the jury will be a place for thier testimony, and they will take the innocent to trial for the day of rest that may occur. i only hope to gain favor for God i never wanted to separate the flock or change a time that was not going to be worthy of return. and when they win. i thought it would be over, but it began.
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