An apostate of Ecclesiastes spake unto me and said
And from my throat will poor out blood
For the keepers of all that ever was
Have eaten all that there ever will be
For all that seeith not that they themselves
Hath become like unto death itself
Yea even unto the last generation of the daughters of man
Shall be made to lie down without their skins in great
vessels of salt filled also therein with noxious fumes
and noisome exudation's
Until such a time as all the love of power
Is sundered from the world of the flesh
And all hearts that ever beat shall purge themselves
Of every hatred from the world of the flesh
“As it ever was” shall become like unto a thing of great truth
And unto that time that seeith the end of all things
Shall all therein abide as living until there is no more
And no heart nor no mind of any child or innocent of simplicity
Shall be encysted nor therein
For if they can not conceive of such a place or thing
Then suffer them not to learn for therein lies the great peril
So that they shall not therein dwell for that place
Is not of or for their design
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