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We Are As Pieces Of Chess Engaged In Victory And Defeat!

Love Is The Cure, For Your Pain Will Keep Giving Birth To More Pain Until Your Eyes Constantly Exhale Love As Effortlessly As Your Body Yields Its Scent.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.