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Created on: June 28, 2009
My Day of Rest = day = (date + y + y/4 - [y / 100] + [y / 400] + [31 m/ 12]) mod 7
Where has it been written to change My Day of Rest within My Creation
Not one day has anyone named in reverence since the worlds foundation
I am a jealous God visiting the iniquities of generations to every nation
Man has seen fit in naming My Seven Days after gods that I Am not aware
Where are the Roman gods and Anglo/Saxon or Nordic gods in mans prayer
Every single solitary day is homage paid these gods for Time to become aware
Here lay the initiation of change as Monday is Roman in worshiping the Moon
As Tuesday is Roman in worshiping Mars changed to Anglo/ Saxon god Tiw
As Wednesday is Roman in worshiping Mercury changed to the god Woden
As Thursday is Roman in worshiping Jupiter changed to the Nordic god Thor
As Friday is Roman in worshiping Venus changed to Anglo/Saxon god Freya
As Saturday is Roman in worshiping Saturn as assigned to the first hour daily
As Sunday is Roman in worshiping Solar as assigned to the second hour daily
My Day of Rest has been lost as an hour that passes by without any thought
Having been written that one day is one thousand years clarifying distraught
Written more clearly an intention to awaken the elect to not be overwrought
Every day containing an hour is Time that may identify Time as East is to West
Inspired is Two Edged Sword giving way without homage to any gods abreast
Word is the command, know the Seventh Day of Creation, My Day of Rest
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