The mystery

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I am the way the truth and the love of life.
I am life not yet dead not yet alive inherit my mystery.
I receive the dead as him who died yet living.
I receive my cross in name as bird of heaven beating wings wounded on the earth.
Martyn is not my name by the letter told.
Michael is my middle name by the letter told Martin is my name.

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I am the way the truth and the love of life.
I am life not yet dead not yet alive inherit my mystery.
I receive the dead as him who died yet living.
I receive my cross in name as bird of heaven beating wings wounded on the earth.
Martyn is not my name by the letter told.
Michael is my middle name by the letter told Martin is my name.

I am Martin, Marty the prince is my son. I have love of God stapled to my Fathers gun. I wrapped up kids in blankets and gave them small pox. I stomped on their heads to save bullets and forgave 'em in heaven.
Someone has to pull their head out of the ground.
Ostrich or asshole should be their choice before they hit the ground running cursing their fathers out of cold cuts of prusciutto in exchange for the Omega. Good times. Jay Jay not Jesus TNT.
Serendipity know the randomness of God. Could you imagine this as scripture? Who cares I'm frustrated and plowing a feel with my head on backwards. Not worthy is this life of returning the damages for my broken plow.