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I Am God

Fetch him a wind and weather, god. Find somewhere in the world some jolliness, to work for a book that shows him, the man, a way. A way is produced for the extermination of tough trouble. What does he or she desire, or have lusts for? We shall hasten to add: angelic might does not! Theft and murder just doesn’t like! We are seeing the Hell, and it is Hot. We are seeing the Heaven, and it is of the lovely, lovely kind. You, man, is going to it. Woman must go to it. Live forever.
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