This methodology has tied you down. Walking the fine line. This line has become your threshold, a strategic inflection point between the truth and religious entanglement. Discernment has been lost in translation due to pride's open door. What is left is a scarred tomorrow due to forgotten yesterday. Your days are no longer lined with scarlet thread. This garment's structure has been woven by a new man made routine, leaving the truth behind. When will you die?
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