Encompassed Before Breaking Light

What seed of my bread would I stitch? For the thread alone the silk I would weave the woven oak milk of my soak anointed body fragrant ointment of salt and would powder the misty dust of my loin girded in truth.

 

What also counseled testimony I would breed unostentatious destiny flowered descendants my power the destitute earth planted. My Eagles would soar flown high fed grounded the gardened grain seeds height as the tower; doves as the skies lean towards the firmament traveled. 

 

I would place the wisdom of my hands worked paved the millhouse stone bricks of the inner cities with stumbling blocks the build. Having the fortress gates made of jewel and stone of colossal the tall mountains. Across beside the peak from the shores of the shadows I'd glare the glancing understanding granted to me the blessings of foot of the hill. 

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Knowledge hinders me rattled rendered taken wait at the planned palm of my hand, paused patient substantiate before the damsel marriage of the house. I count the numbers of the petals the trees by the river like 1,000 latter days to breaking light.