One morning on the river strait I wonder what was happening. A boat was rowing with a ghost steering her every mood. She was floating with such gentle and splendid display that I stood in awe. She seemed to control her path with no interference from the divines - God and the Devil. I guess they had a pact, an understanding that another divine existed - other than the two generally revered. God and the Devil sat on opposite banks as they eyed their balancer flow through the strait with no acknowledgement that the two great entities existed. I assume that the spiritual boat had a mind of her own that did not back when divine atrocities meandered in her path.
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