❝𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗, 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞.❞

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꠸ ᦔꪮꪀ'ꪻ ᛕꪀꪮ᭙ ꫝꪮ᭙ ꠸ꪻ ꫀꪀᦔᦓ,

꠸ ᥴꪖꪀ'ꪻ ᦓꫀꫀ ꠸ꪻ ꠸ꪀ ꪻꫝꫀ ᦔ꠸ᦓꪻꪖꪀᥴꫀ,

᥇ꪊꪻ ᥴꪖꪀ ꪗꪮꪊ ꫀꪜꫀ᥅ ᥅ꫀꪖᥴꫝ ꪻꫝꫀ ꫀꪀᦔ,

ꪮᠻ ꪖ ꪻ꠸ꪑꫀꪶꫀᦓᦓ ꫀ᥊꠸ᦓꪻꫀꪀᥴꫀ ·

reve·​ren·​t ·||· ˈrevə-rɛn-t

| Feeling or showing,

| Profound respect,

| Or veneration

| Of metanoia

Affirmation⁸·
For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence;
He will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness is a shield and buckler,

You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day;"

· Psalm 91:1·5
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╰··> [Patawarin, Diyos ama]

To what honour lies, on our feeble lives? to dismay our grief on such a lie?

To commence a gala of symphony to amuse our depressed continuity?

To feed at the scraps of the living,

A rich divine of offerings,

An ethereal scroll of the apocalypse, to forgive and to forget our sins,

And the sins of the damned, what blasphemy,

Are they frolicking to the children of believers?

Are they, ignoring the fate of what lies on the barrier of time?

Are they afraid to see what the truth is?

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Dwell, forsaken for your fortress, abide by constitute of the Almighty, shadow in pestillience thyself to shelter trust amass to duty, so dare for not, and hath seek death.

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