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A short story by Brittany Diana Care for the Haunted Doll  English Edition, Volume II Available in: Deutsch/Dansk/Svenska/Norsk/Gaelige/Nederlands/Français/Español/Italiano/Català/Română/Polski/Čeština /Srpskohrvatski/Magyar/Suomi/Eesti / latviešu/ lietuvių / Türkçe/Shqip/Afrikaans/Avañe' ẽ/Diné Bizaad/Kiswahili / Ελληνικά/ русский/ українська/ српскохрватски/ հայերեն / ქართული/ ᏣᎳᎩ / 日本語/ 漢語/한국어 / हिन्दुस्तानी/ ہندی-اردو /اَلْعَرَبِيَّةُ /فارسی / If you are reading this, you either have somehow acquired a haunted doll or a haunted doll has found you in some way. And you most likely have keep the doll and if not, you cannot get rid of the doll successfully, we recommend that this book for witches and wizards, as they are most likely to encounter said doll and be aware of it, but anyone else can read this for any purpose whether it is for educational purposes or for purely for one's entertainment. For Doll Exorcisms, call our artifact hotline (numbers in Emergency Services Sec

  by Brittany Diana Sing a song about life, write about your love, for this is your true power. From the sky, let the thunder of victory roar, the lightning flashes over. And the sun warms everything, as it rises and sets each day and night. Moon guides you with the sun’s reflection in each night with its might Stars above they are tiny worlds upon worlds sharing the fires of life Hunt the light’s fire of the sky, let the air blow, and let water come alive Earth is substance taking everything in earnest, but the ether is nothing Void and spirit are alike indeed, just like the animal’s mind and doing. Cosmos, chasms, space, let matter sing, fly, and march for all of time. Gods and Goddesses, give and show us your magic that is the sublime. Io natalis, for the sun, stars, earth, moon, and planets are all now born. Let life grow from, to, and on each plane, and grow like a field of corn. Fire, Air, Water, and Earth, the manifestations of all the spiritual matters, Of which life shall go a

Poems written in July 2021 by Miss Brittany Diana   Quid est homo? What is a man but a miserable pile of secrets? Said the vampire The humans are quite pathetic indeed, for that it will not inspire Quid homo est et quid est vir? Quis estes homini et estes animale? Nos non homines sumus, sed ego equa sine nome sum, non male! Si viri saparent sint, ad feminis transmutent, et bene maximale. Gedicht der Römer In Lateinisch, schreibt man viel dichter auch wie der Griechen. In Griechisch, sind das die Zunge der Zivilisation und Märchen Aber, das gedicht geht um der alte Barbaren, die heißen Deutsch. Römer sprechen Latein und Griechisch, doch sprechen wir Deutsch. Hymnus, Lied, Gesang, Dichter, das sind die Musik der reinen Wörter Diese Text haben viele Noten und Buchstabe, die Latein auch gehörte. Wir lesen und schreiben wie der Römer, nicht mehr mit den Runestaben. Runen, Hieroglyphen, Sigillen, das waren der Geschenk des Gottes Thot. Aus Ägypten, China, Land zwischen der beiden Flüssen und