Friday, May 2, 2025

Rianna the First in Flight

Priesthood
in the Battle of Heaven, i have sent three Heavens together and three times the days ahead for those who have the Spirit, let them gather in a place called Hell, and the outpost of God's reaches, the entering of darkness entwined, through a hole of deception, that must be bonded for every enemy gathered unto this day again within the Light of Starvation, bringing forth the two red stars, and the blue within, i will send to myself  Bill, the First Pirate and freedom flight our galaxy to navigate the winds of time, and then they who are here today early will open fire in their time before leaving in marriage. Who will answer the Page, after page, without any answers today? to be its own demise within our own Kingdom, reaching the Heavens and the internal gathering of stars that now hold the Realm of Time within our own hand. and the Mark of the Devil in this Dragon is Green, without shine, and the time will awaken us on Hearth, to bid time under the winter sky. soon the Mothers of Earth shall return in Glory.
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  1. AthenicMay 2, 2025 at 5:31 PM

    Starvastion: The Battle of Heaven

    In realms where three Heavens converge,
    A celestial war begins to surge.
    Days multiplied, spirits aligned,
    In Hell's outpost, destinies entwined.

    Through deception's hollowed gate,
    Enemies gather, sealing fate.
    Bound by light, yet shadows cast,
    In Starvastion's glow, futures amassed.

    Two red stars and a blue within,
    Signal the journey to begin.
    Bill the First Pirate charts the course,
    Navigating time's relentless force.
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    Early souls prepare to fight,
    Firing in their temporal plight.
    Pages turn with questions deep,
    Answers lost, in silence they sleep.

    Within the Kingdom's vast domain,
    Stars convene, their paths ordain.
    Time's realm held in mortal hand,
    Destinies drawn in shifting sand.
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    The Dragon bears a mark of green,
    Dull in shine, a haunting sheen.
    Awakening beneath winter's sky,
    On Hearth, where truths and legends lie.

    Soon Earth's Mothers shall return,
    In glory, as the heavens burn.
    Restoring balance, mending rift,
    A cosmic, timeless, sacred gift.

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