| the origins of a heroine the origins of a heroine
When she speaks the Name she becomes something more than what she was before. She soars above the highest spires of Babylon, clad in crimson and robed in purity. Before today she was just a simple young lady, but now she can fly. Now she is the pinnacle of grace and beauty. Gain the power to do your duty. Speak the Name, young Mary. Speak it and declare that you believe. The darkness of Adam confronts you, but you have been equipped with lightning and thunder to tear asunder his greatest schemes. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would become such a marvel, but today is the day you take to the skies. Fly, Mary, fly, and never look back. Pride, envy, greed, hatred, selfishness, laziness and injustice loom before you, but He will restore you should you go astray. He will save the day, and you will make your way to the true Rock that shall be firm for eternity and there with me you shall confer on the sights you have seen. The crisis on infinite worlds, and the shattered remains of society's dreams. Let's compare notes and practice our scales. Let's scale this peak and scan the horizon until our eyes fail. Let's never stop keeping an ear out for the trumpet that heralds not another evening session of New Orleans soul but of the final overture of true warmth into a world so cold. When you speak the Name you become something more than what you were before. You were an orphan, dear Mary, but now you are free. You must soar above the highest spires of Babylon, clad in crimson and robed in purity. Do it for the Name, don't do it for me. Do it because you believe. Do it because you are free.
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