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Khing Kang King

SLAY SPACE ; THEN NAUGHT ABIDES. HOLD NOT THINE HOLY HAND ! WHEN NAUGHT GIVES BACK BEFORE THE ATTACK, SERENE THY SILENCE STAND ! ALL’S REST, DEVOID OF MARK ; HOW SHOULD DESIRES FIX TOOTH ? WHEN THEY ARE PAST, THOU SURELY HAST THE SILENCE OF THE TRUTH FLAWLESS THAT TRUTH AND FIXED YET APT TO EACH APPEAL NATURE AND SENSE TO INFLUENCE— THE MAGNET TO THE STEEL ! OH ! THIS TRUE TOUCH WITH ALL ELASTIC AND EXACT THAT YET ABIDES ABOVE THEIR TIDES— THE SILENCE FREE FROM ACT ! HE THAT HATH THIS SHALL COME LITTLE BY LITTLE, A BREATH, SO FLOWETH HE NOW, TO…