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Heavenly glory marching across my mind , celestial army marching in time.

Grimoire , grimoire , book of my spells , almost finish with you am I . Years of silent and slow travail and piercing the darkness with spiritual eye . Pages of magic to load the akasha with words and signs to see me through ; the traps of snakes and demons whose time amongst is long overdue . Am I Merlin the wizard ? If am then where is my Nimue ( Nimuway ) . All I have is my grimoire to see me through and light the way.

You don't belong here , this is not your time ! Flying filth defying nature's design ! The frost of February should have kept you at bay till we saw the arrival of March or May. Man's manipulation of God's creation has placed you where you don't belong. Black winged sour notes , giving chaos to winter's beautiful song . Flies in February are like Satanist in church , how in the hell can you be in here ? Flies in February let winter's wraith as it should make you disappear !