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I Am The Storm

Obscurity within the womb, the sanctified darkened sanctuary where human life awaits its fate, its destiny, and to be born unto its, Karma.
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Devoid of illumination as vessel conforms to the persevere of each stage of life, the trinity of each trimester of its fruitful promises, ordained by the gift of Godís remembrance, of life, death, and the spiritual resurrection to be found within His word to give us eternal salvation † † †  
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Within each spasm, extracting the infant of its ordained environment christening of God divine amniotic fluid, preparing the bodyís descending of mind, heart, spirit, to be overshadowed by Gods laws of his or her soul. † † †  
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Glorious light for all eyes to silently weep the benefits of life in the moment to allow to be. † † †  
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A painful voyage, which transcends the dilation of ten centimeters, pain predisposed in accordance to Godís ten commandments, The number ten is the number of Heaven and the world and universal creation. † † †  
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The first cry of life, love rings to the Heavens of its reverence to make anew without the stigma of any sin.

The expansion of the opening, the most beautiful gateway to a world unknown, pushing forth into existence the limerick creed of intellect, compassion, love, of body and soul, instilled, unto the form of boy or girl. † † †  
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Each contraction the woman who bears, brings forth, the ying to the yang to allow the beautiful process of His holiness, the ability to adhere to the whispers of His creed not to allow man to put asunder the core that have been blessed and touched inside the womb; in addition, He who gives us the significance of a mind to think, a mouth to speak, eyes to witness unto the cries of this old world, ears to hear the melodies of its distance parent(s) vocal. † † † †
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In the degree of its missing elements, He who gives the embryo the sweetest ordained nectar to make the seeds of a man loins His greatness within oneself and to uplift. God makes no mistakes, and His Heavenly Angels are always on call. † † † †
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The discomfort, the endurance with each labored contraction, departed, never to remembrance of Godís connection within, the cord has been severed, giving mortals the hope, the courage, in the eye of the storm, the silence to kneel and pray unto. † † †  
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You are now considered Godís child within this naked world may He cloth you in love, compassion, spiritually, and emotionally warranted to covet you through your darkest storms found in the creation of life † † † †
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Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 3rd Nov 2019
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