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Ziklag: The Creativity of Intelligence
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Beware “They”מֵעֲמָלֵק He comes in hush, with censers full of ash, His speech an oil to grease the gears of wrong. He markets death in robes of colored flash, And sings of love with hollow, haunted song. He builds his altars out of screens and shame, Then sells your daughters cheap, and calls it cost. He wraps his lies in laughter’s perfumed name, A p…