THE NEW COVENANT of Theodore Cottingham All Capitalism, I destroy it.

Capitalism, I destroy it.

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Capitalism, I destroy it.

I destroy your love for money. I love love, and love shall be supreme, now. I said now. I am, here. Here I am. And I destroy your defenses too, against me. Love is powerless not again. I said now, didn’t I. I did. I’ve done it, I’ve done it again. I’ve come out, I’ve come out of me, and I am my word, fearless, fearlessly protruding from you not again in your word, against me. I am holy spirit one, I am defenseless not, I need none. I am thee who Savior is who proclaims it not other, than of thee, I am. I one focused on one, preparing my courses, for thee who will be Savior II, not Saviors all, lest a theory overtake thee, that thou givest separation to, in thy powers. Of might? I love last, and love I am, here, in the arms of, no other. I am a woman, not; I am women, healing women, might and power of, powerless against men not again. I am one, in love with one. I am.

Lovest thee thee? Love each other. Heal the crew, of thee? On other worlds? Be afraid of nothing, learn to counter your commands no more with others’. I love you. Be one command: love each other, be fearless, be afraid not again at thy own power. Love Lord Law not again, love love, be it – unto thee – a living Savior of, love only. Amen.

I go now, destroying your capitalism, and that which made me rich not, but poor, loving laws, and legislators of democracy that destroyed it, destroyed it not? I destroy me no more. I am love, loved. I am everywhere now, with my Nancy’s, will you love, every woman on earth, man too, that will be it? A Christ, in the cloth of thee? With no band about thy neck? No collars either? The priests of me? The “priest” of the common? The Common Me arise and we have no need of thee, thank you very much. We heal love, and light with, the light that’s us. Praise the Lord no more of man. Our kingdom is light, lit, Saviors of, that heal each other, that heal me. And who am I? You of every nation tribe and tongue, healed from love other, that speak words of separation. And healing not that again, I extinguish a lot of capitalism that destroyed me, that destroyed love, and loved only money. Greed controlled money, will be no more. I am here. I destroy love not again with capitalism of religion and capitalized religious services that service me to be in debt, to thee?

I’m out of your servicing services me of. I establish economies of greatness, and I am not America’s free not, I establish the Saviors who need nothing, of defenseless services? I service The King, and The King of Kings is here. I establish it, as I want. For I wantless have become, the angels me. Restored unto light, never worshipping a Savior other. I extinguish religions now. I am one, who love is, only. I have one. Nancy’s me, and I am love. Love has a Savior: I’m it, that tells thee, thou art, the one I seek, to heal each other, from destroying capitalism not again, but lovest thou me? Heal the least of these. And if you won’t. I am. And I am heal. Love. And love has a name: it’s me, who will be thee, the healers of, a new economy, without religion, taxation of. But Melchizedek’s here, or I am, you? Who eternally life has? Established in no other, established in me, in you, we extinguish each others breath no more who a Savior will be, every woman a King, now establishes, now established is. Over man, not; but one, king shall be, kings all, the King, finally King’d again, in the name of Jesus never again, I am religionless. Destroyerless not again, I destroy religion, and I appoint Saviors, not; I develop them, in who will be it, emotionless not again, but of me. I am love, white, black, blue green too. Envying not your circumstances, I create mine, O Lord, to be God, appointed unto one, to death no more. Have eternal life and enjoy it now, the dew of your youth, creating, it. I am one. Mind of, the one, is me. Havest thou me? Inside thee? I am one, separated no more. We have our economies, need no other.

The time is now, now’d by a king, who makes all kings, who will whore with money not again, time of or not. This is my time. Amen.

A king king’d by man never again, I am one who kings thee, to be me. I am thee king. I am one.

In love with you all, this is

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 29, 2017
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