“The R.S. is what we call, how they deceived so many if not all for a time, yes, the very same REDCOATS again, have a witness to another realm, they are gone away but never come back verily, thus the witness did not do what a witness is made out to have done, have been, or become, when the witness to the King however survived, we learned how the R.S. emerged and thrived by the virtue of lights from below, which to into roads one must not go, the “lesser halves” of perdition, and a reigning tradition, of the GERMAN on the run, from a PROPER AMERICAN REVOLUTION, and the King below is like Saul, and like Goliath they call, and we say, there is a letter for a Col. in the USA, addressed to the ends of time, as Col. Washington would be in fine, the President and Recipient, of an Apotheosis better meant for the wilds and the times, when Pyramids and Mountains are made, by the Great Architect they say:

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,