As I was the first to grasp, the horrendously thick wall, closest to the 'holiest of holys' first, I was the last to climb the steps, in a little tunnel, wonky steps in a cave, I felt fall;
I felt death. It was;
"Bitch, we will kill."
His name was Amoon, Amon...??...
---I thought through this, a week ago.
"Amoon?" Amon...a devil king??"
I just found this; Amon. He said;
"I fight Heathens, every sick, you had bed...like, bed is sick!!...I want death of holy. I came here from Hell, I flew through the wall (Did I make that?)...when the Roman, killed, I laughed...Men called me here...I have been here 10, 000 years...."
(I remembering, qusetioning, not by calling IT, by clear thinking)
"You are the whitest bitch..."
Throw light, that way, Die;
It's laughing, beneath screams.
"HA, ha the Roman sick..." shit! too close!
"I found you, crying holy wife..."
It pulls me down.
What made it call?
"HA! The whitest bitch!! You soul-death in calling Love."
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