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I found this a weird book...
I have the strongest trust - you may even call it faith - in the miracle called "Resurrection of the Dead".
Upon the hill where the light descended, the Beast intoned his song. With words of blood, drops of mist and the vessel of night, the grave become an open field.
The people wept in fear and joy at the reunion, but my faith in the salvation of Xuchilpaba did not waver.
It is also spoken of in the ancient legends. The original worshippers did not believe that death was the end but that it was simply the path by which the deceased returned to nature. They also believed the process was reversible.
(Hand written) Blood = Red, Mist = White, Night = Black
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Lady Bronze · Fri Feb 29, 2008 @ 10:34pm · 0 Comments |