Your Enemies Are My Enemies As Well
Riddle:
You are calm as you watch for trouble without numbers that surround you regardless if they are not traps for you. May these burdens and traps from others go back to them in shame and confusion. May they acknowledge your strength and turn back in disgrace for being told by others that you are the enemy. May there Âha¡ Âha¡ be forever applied to there shame of dismay.
Riddle 2:
An enemy is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro. These are the scoffers being scorned as idiots and fools among those they set their traps and failure became their curse.
*Be still and only see their shadow of transparency failing around your thick walls of positive energy.
Riddle 3:
Never play there game or you will become their scorn of being the fool. You will surely become there ever lasting phantom that cannot fleet from there presence and there wounds from others will be given to you to fester as a loathsome of there follies that have freed them and given power over you.
Again only see and hear but never play there evil traps ⬜️👤⬜️
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