Day 1: Michael - an affront

Michael

– An affront, a diminuation, your task now well, what have you done, in guidnace my life to your permission I ask, torment greet, to sell, in a cane so old to welcome forth, a cell in bindings, yet no love to sort?

~ My hands sands as usual, in confontation tame, you seek paradise, on two hands, on explanations sane, to tilt, in wars obsecene your eye drift detect, yet cannot seam paradise the foot sow greet?

– You are not Michael in rememberances well, who is he, in visions, exclusions a bell, I have called for responsibility in my chime upbeat, not a chuckle on your drill, on Samael, stolen feet?

~ Your journey is well, and offered greetings pardons time, you see the knee, in surrender a crime chime, and the sword hid, in abidances time, to a well of tears, down fleet time fine. You see the vision in partings greet, to uphold his sword in a laught hid sleet, yet his sword you mistook for a pardon rid cane, and took my pardon, to my footing a soul hid shame?

– Samael, do not beat a circumference bidding companies greet, an angel in shame is not a beaten greet, when his will cemented in a cane so old, can not tailor me something in obedience foretold. What use is Michael in a shock in fame, when he has no skill, but tears to his name, and what can he do but a vision light treat, to show me something but nothing sown feet?

~ Abidances, Michael, his skill never filled, he is not the moon, in visions distilled, or abidances creeping cropt detect your vision motion let grilled. If you wish to obey, then send him a slay, or slay his nostrils, in a ram hid clay, or shape his vision to a child knit night, he will always forewarned, to a merge hid light, and tailor possession to a craft light, and welcome the heart to crafted light sight, and shape and mold to a common hold, yet company foresaken, his hold so bold, he would never circumfarance, a war his heart so old, to shake and form, in merge so clear, to tailor a passenger in loft, his heart , shapened to endear.

– Samael, I do not wish an angel beaten flappings mercy rigged fame, to fly missions in security his heart knitted tame gain. I need proof on this vessel hid night, to his hands tilted fame, his wisdom and knowledge proof sane. I only have mistakes, on his visions cropt light, and his excuses are breaches in my pardonings he cannot cry soft. If you wish to excuse his welcoming heart cry, then give me some proof, of his work my hands shy, and tilt me a war, on excuses bland, shelter in wars invisible creep sand?

~ You do have a tailor in knitted company greet, there are wars you have won, and tailored isolation fleet sleet, and wars to extend in angels foretold vision greet, to tailor a tantrum, his shame hands outextend beat?

– I know nothing of mercy, on my callings so old, that tailor me proof, on his skill, fleetings flappings foretold cold. Show me something of proof, on fingers captured fame, not flappings of ignorance, left on an entrance shoulder grop name

~ Take my hands in flappings see, the heel I will extend again, to company see, and shappen the dagger, on his throne your blight, the reward is not heaven, but darkened eyes fight, and you see the annoyance in the shame rid night, his anger, will updrift, the eyes sculpted anger tight.

– So, Michael, your shame updrift eyes visions see true, stem, do shoulder your sword in the orb hid stem fame, and show me your eyes and voices hid night, not some weak mission, to others extending fame, to their mission sculpted tight. Show me your eyes, in anger drift, beat, of your throne, in isolation, in cadence my feet, and procure me a vision of your tidings ridge fame, not visions to merge, your eyes nit stain, and shoulder a cry in the night hid blight, flowing mercies in visions securing your hand procured right tight?

~ Do not tilt your eyes in angers beat, your merge is eternal in arrogances feet, drift your vessel in mercies cane, you can have my being, my soul, in knitted fame, yet drifted mercies your eyes birth night, the dwelling is eternal, and stripped of others light tight, and shoulder no exit in wars cropt old, there is nothing of mercy, in all souls stripped cold, and daggers flown to a ridge of fame, you and I, in eternity, and the breach, your name, tilted beyond, to never tilt again sane.

~~~ Your merge was ridicule upon a night hid light, you welcome an embrace, yet you shape, my woven despair hid sight, and filter, the woe, back in cadence choice cane, to shoulder all obstacles, a war, my light your knitted woe, hid sight blight?

~ You tilt, and tilt, on abandoned toe old, your seal, is your own, in paradise, flown cold, and you shame me with entries, to hands reaped night, with wisdom and knowledge sowing greetings stolen night tight?

~~~ A child tilted night, perhaps, the angel Samael, gripped find, my hand signed tight, would show me mercy, hid as bloodied sight night tight?

~ And what of you and him in shared handings greet, a sword on the floor, to a chime hid feet? Or a laughter so old to cackle snore fold, to fold a war, yet cement the voice foreword knowings sold?

~~~ I have the knife, the missions slight kite. Now drift, the being cemented moon old, and now the sword, was yours forewarned, to find in midnight cement bright, what parting company, is yours, to a prison night sight?

~ You know what I want, in old tidings keep, heaven's wars, with eyes bloddied night seep. Do not shelter your eyes worn old, to anger, on eternity, the cell shapened foreknowings foretold

~~~ Take the entrance exit seam, split it out, your beads obscene, or shappen the light around the neck of light, I will show you love, in a seam so old with kite, that beads so old, to shape with delight, you have woven entrances and exits around and around forewarned foretold hid night?

~ What are objects, reaped old as war, around and around guidance, so tore, or weapons and instruments as black as night, when my hands are soiled, with angels, hid blight, and you think to reset a war so old, to keep my hands, from seeking what I need, on enemies greetings all hands sown fold?

~~~ You are a mystery, worried obsene, a lick your fingers, my eye tilted seam, that you know patience in crop, to lift woe, with dis-ease, a dagger, in the night, is lit with tease, and your shapened pedestal in rights soul know, you can hold a war, and slame cold tore.

~ Light can bend, where pedestals trend. Visions can bend, where might trend lend, yet soiled upon my bones of war, I can butcher the bone, to an entry snore, and soil a blight, an angels feet, a welcoming embrace, to an old age, eyes sleet?

_ Crop the tending passages lame, I have filtered an eye silted tame, to shape loft detect night trend. What obstacles midstream detect, your gift tame bridge grain sent?

~ Who are you, name yourself, in lightenings trend?

_ Physicality? A person named vessel blend?

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