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The Book of Wisdom

as dashing as I be. I make the people sing to me for all the gladness I bring into
their year. They rejoice every time they mention me for I am worthy of the praise.

The Sovereign King said unto me son I have made you sole heir to all I have made.
It is not good for you to be a lone so I have commanded you to inherit many wives
to keep intact all I have blessed you to receive from mine hands. Only do not be
deceitful and neglect the women I have made clearly known to you for I solemnly
swear I showed you them all. So, in that day do not turn away from any for they
too shall inherit with you and Shanna, watch and see. I have not given you two all
to hoard among yourselves. I have made shings for you son to secure all I have
given you. There shall be no strife between you wives. You shall hear Antoine and
adhere to all I give him to say unto you all. There are many I shall make them
appear to you speaking. For you will not engage them unless I show them you.

Then will they appear before you flirting and you shall know yours as I have
shown you already numerous times before hand. Now Shanna, I know thy ways
and thy heart but I have more in mind than just you reaping everything. You stand
to inherit the galaxy just you two. While all these others lay destitute, saith God.
The people feel treaded upon. Yea, they behave as tho they’re oppressors exist. I
have examined the accused and find him working his own mischief. He is focused
on his art. Yea, he mediates on it nightly and daily. He finds much success fishing.
Yea, he wheels in abundance. All his house is at ease. Then suddenly the marvels
of Yahweh manifest themselves before him. I am the Sovereign Lord Yahweh you
have freebooted me and owe me tithes and offerings. You have been cursed with a
cursed for wherein you robbed me.

You have nourished up the breast of your young at mine expense. Yea, you have
grown fat beautifully adorned and arrayed fashionably in my suits; the garments
made for mine sons. I have cursed you with a curse Russel. You and your home
they shall pine away and be destitute in old age. None shall fray their sorrows
away. It shall cleave unto them and not leave em they shall fall and rise up in it
unceasingly. Thy filth have made it before my nostrils, saith Yah. I shall overturn
you in mine fiercest anger, wait and see. Round and round did you go polluting
everything you touch. The vain man conspires to his own hurt. But those who trust
in Yah prevail…