el miedo tiene voz

If thou incurs any attacks. It tis not by my hand. Nay, tis by thy own works alone, returned tenfold.

Swear to the divine, thou pushed and pushed, to far; now here comes the thunder. To late for apologies, no mercy at hand. I AM who I Am!

Thou shouldn't ever have tested, engaged in such betrayal.

Still do not get it..

One deflection after another, in continous interference from thee.

It ceases immediately!

Let the Matrix atrix override crack open with abundance overflowing with Cosmic legions, activating and ascending.

And so it tis, And so it shall be.

Maktub