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Show The 'Beard of tHe Wiseman So serious, Qthe children swing on the split ends of the Wiseman's beard. Manging on their own country lock, they cry of the made up tragedies, but not once prayed since childhood years. Look up with me holding the dryness of the crumb. See the dark eyes, which shadowed wrinkles fabricate what we assume pain. Look at the peaceful suffering, of so long past history of bread and wine. 'There lies the true misery. Do not fear with me inside of you, for Me will forgive you of your sins. In the tangled reasoning, with overlapping stands of beliefs, the sin has been unavoidable to Ms creation, Mis children, Ms golden chess pieces. 'Tor Jie created the game complex. Wo matter on fearing the wiseman, because Me is the $ame Master with a leaved crown of thorns. 'The game is now in the rainlight for you to grow, but will go for for years. -Jill Sparks |