The first sound swears to the wind.
The second sound swears to the light.
The third sound demands a child.
The fourth sound breaks the ice.
The fifth sound stupifies the senses.
The sixth sound calls the demons to begin the anger.
The seventh sound knocks you from your throne.
The eighth sound enters your heart.
The ninth sound sounds so shrill.
The tenth sound disturbs the nights.
The eleventh sound damns your wants.
The twelfth sound swears to your anger.
The oath of sounds.
The malicious cruetly.
The oath of an evil soul.
The angry, wicked, 12 sounds.
The sick cruelty.
The sick desire.
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.
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