There must be three of them to do
The work that these letters are made through
That is a communication,
Of Prophecy,
To the New Nation
In three parts for
What concerns us first more,
PENNSYLVANIA and the USA, in
The retreating bands of robbers and men,
Who did take on the form of what is not kind or born,
Of any woman,
But from and to, what is
Came and went,
It’s like:
Lamanites in this way,
They are unable to say, but when they do,
For only maybe a second or two,
The entire town may come after them in some, lit infernus they say
The dark cloak and a crown
Of a Demon King on a mound, basically the III’d
Has made us a little worse all around
They come up and they went down
Why is it that they do,
Appear like layers of men
Coming and coming again
Not in a heavenly way,
But like in ethers we would say,
They are what the R.S. does to,
Like about purities right through
All these last years
And then some more
They’ve become different behind the door
There is a painting in there too,
That’s how we began to know what they did,
And do,