THE FORMULA/
numerical caculations unto a vault pattern only aware unto the third eye, invison deeply. our world is sequencial, the formula that leads into a sacret passeage to our well spring. infinite, so has his promise identified the blueprint in numbers, an words. love=hate , i love you but i hate you, even more i would like for you to live but much more i would aplaud your death. you tell me to go right, ill steer left. you tell me im black ill turn white. when said it was tells, they really meant heads. it was gore then bush, the good an the bad, huh' the crook an the victom, which lier burn the field i come from darkness to let shed light from inside of the promising an now will you see darkness shall take dawn upon ones trusted. part 1 (the formula)the poet 2 prophesy2009/
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