The emerald walls of that ministry were lustful Gardens of pleasure-seeking routines in theirselves. There, we striped their bodies, below the Dragon Tree—an exquisite banquette.
You refused to eat cherries with the Great Suns—the Light says—and so They sunbathed you with a gift. Then, the Light come to a crescendo, erupting in Delight and says:
An eulogy.
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