A Voice, I hear the Angel whispering. I never meant to hurt you, I wanted to be an ordinary person.
Everything would be easier, I have to follow my way to the forest, they throw sticks and stones, they break my bones. I wanted my children, take care of my husband. This I other flies through the world.
Margery
The Judge
Like the alchemists who copy reality. The cold world, needing labyrinths, the real simple oppresses. The shadow uses the holy name. Is the Commander, The-one-who-is-like-god, looking for chaos? You hurt me, my beloved. A world immune to the unfamiliar, the human enlightened. The Spirit for sleep. The childish is the magic. You lost me. I'll call the woman.
Afonso Junior Ferreira de Lima
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