longfellow4
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For so long we have waited here in silence. The fields of wheat and the sow of my city had been decaying year by year. We plead to the Gods to return our rain, to bring our river roaring. None had worked. We employed the work of foreign hands, of scribes, and to the very farmers who could barely muster a morsel. The holy texts betrayed our people - and we thought it was all over. In that fateful day, grain storage gone and the clay cracked in the heat, the messiah, Kaph, flew down to our people and brought us great light. His glistening Greek god body, lathered in the finest of Mycenaean olive oils, shimmered the crops into full harvest without the break of a blink. The waters flowed in, crying out the messiahs' name. "Take me! Guide us to glory!" the ocean said. Thus it was so. From his rescue, he had only one humble wish to carry out. "When I appear in your future," he said with great power "you shall appoint me Sentry of your lands!" Thus it was so.
On the flip side, kaph is the Hebrew eleven, so why have a flimsy +1?
+11
On the flip side, kaph is the Hebrew eleven, so why have a flimsy +1?
+11