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Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

The apiary be Scottish run to mute Late December this hugger And seeing simply rise What time in Hearst for Will Enough of oak And seeming simpler For five octet and lane And pasture by the law Economy forever- and nines to the Moon Giving ray to God And night shall let us be- the end of war.

A Benediction in Christ

Sound out the early years Be humbled by God This is His Grand Season Fear not any judge, but In hand keep session- The care of others truly Be supplicants of joy Raise tidings to Heaven Reap the later harvest- And sow in yearly time At attire, be in grace These are tenets of the EU- Your days and the world Rolling up maps of your neighbour- Let him in.

The kindness and longsuffering of Women- In war and peace, recognize and relieve

Peace to all animals, shepherds, and life in the seas.

Forgive others- And be just in your decisions Lend Heaven to all.

Pray against war, and serve victims as if royalty. Be well and steadfast, humble, and true,

We pray in Christ Jesus,

Amen

OpenBSD

How I’ve grown Layers of travel to each quantum bit In parity,- a desk drawer Lighting chances to be fate,- I love what I have found Nothing to censor and I believe- The surest bet is OpenBSD Waves of cool choices like time,- Nothing to expend- Taking the reins that we will be together Horses drawn and the wheel ready I want on that USB The Romans were here and stole our code Ready-made stuff Thoroughly imbued what’s important Home for the living- Having bettered our world- to join.

Vlad (part six)

Alight in fever As this day long and better The white man was there And the French are the poor For settling the highs And light pollution our thread For the sins of the father We made it one day And cryptic to him The Earth was created to empire For all we explore As doorbells to fire And they see No hope in rain But the heights of East Fire Ebola these firsts And where they are, I cope To trail with a summons The Earth is strong And scourge, and infirm The maddest reply For history the ruler We rhyme calcitrant- when they call Our African view And his ninety year end The likes of me Places at noon Pre-tensile and needy A thousand yard realm Of steady proper And waiting for dawn The dust by our engines A small thought for noon By the lakeside And the memory That time is without us A stale intervention If we shore up the herds And prophecy seeing No place to hide And low sales And a victory at war For Korea the near And expressed Our enemy of never Never Kate or the picture We stashed all align This courtesy sharp Only castles to bear And history before that I was long to before And why I don’t drink On a date with the hero By generation be better As I flew to Kiev The licensure plane To better my options Accepting the ruse And the rule And for treason Alight for the town And dressed just the same To Chernobyl.

Hormuz

By the light of time Seeing under siege At distance right To proper and in play Sights of angels Quadrants in relief The Earth of all And quarter ten Failing major men In accostment then The Japanese escape And play for speed Declaring solemn just And cannot trade a thing But getting older then With words upon his desk To remain the undefined Choruses be known- And rain and gold Until he sees the wake- of modifying truth And setting modern act The wishes we regret And falsifying news At June and wonder When will be a day Of leaving near to dusk The worded truth That people lay in chains At bitter Cobh And just because the Times- paid the world near To fight this course of there- the silent end of day And worth a Stalin To high regret When bitter snows recede And pipes to worth We caught up on renew The place of days To knighted men of terror For only you And psychs us to the core For all to be dismayed A harem and a lot The plan to rest; at east and Mott Every day this man For terror knows The peace of Israel awaits And standing early then No fights to end this war But bespoke and going home Best are we- A jury of the men In days near and free to time The fateful day of war Can be divided and suppressed And doing daylight forward Noted path and plan The edifice of man And calling near by shop In worry such as this,- the gratitude of London For this and year And leaving forward goals The dopamine direct Destroying the depraved Will never lead to shore And mercy forget you In this light of solemn view By man at hand A fateful post In gaining early message That Donald saw the truth By there and time The Sun as it were to find Lights to bear New York his only home And Justice hope To leave Iran at loss A pittance for esteem That terrorists recycled- all this cleric time And as afforded new America is not at war And might recede to ship A blaming art The failed three days But never gone to peace In plated news And ghosted men The Earth at in distress And Clement be No place of war Like in this ship Across and then Sending Sparrow home.

Act II

Reticent purse Seen in other news By this business, I am small And worry wheat for others In newest chapter,- things were made a calendar year Nothing by the place that we are,- but fire above And going low to begat The Earth is low and justice not A prying for feel-good in chasm Spikes for the Embley Deuteronomy and home Poison math to cool this year Sisson by the power of rain And its lowly ghost, the void Man of manner and redeem Why these clouds of rhythm and dieback- It’s useless to be fire and growing old Fights to ‘vember The apparitions high Places fair and got Un-named to be clear Wiped and ashed in-situ The flames erect to launch Seeing why in place for you I burned the apostle Fleeing golden fear Wipers coming In Justice to the road And landing later Lights upon the sky Hot and shaping how The nights invade Porous intoned Why flashes burn to Heaven Ash and chanterelle But first this cliche with a hammer To history about and get And to seize as we are This waterless time Joying few Only heights of rain for her The simplest dance A fourth and then a third Lights be high to noon And Golden See The Earth is go and still Fighting with a key Jets pretend And semaphore Drilling sand at will Earthing Water to our Job Our saddened River away The pulpit of what was Collect and barely breathing This custom break We’ll die within a week But first we must get there,- and I have knife and pen Disregard every honour grand This gasoline is poem And took us to the grave A custom deal Places then by drill And frack and crack and clay Taking him restore Man elect to scrape And land a timely fall When Earth was made of Peter Justice every tree And solemn one The Earth we plant And woke-alive,- To eat and to endeavour Lick this salt and weep Fire for air The elements arise Noted no regret Madrigals annoy And whether her- My four-legged purple hand Fried away a noble Infirm by deceit And descent and death Beauty but not for sale Ever wanting grass And green with dew And Water by the sea In aches regret A distal sin and ride In ever tying- More distance more Fuselage of time Hang me then to you And Eiffel then Rain upon his will When night agreed This catch of breath alight And Women solid said- not long ago In Earthen dust, but- agreed to make it rain And I am sure,- the end of oil.

Boss Under The Radar (A Time Appeal)

And so it rained The sympathy of curious men First in flash Lights under for the camera of Win’ This is what year again For the peaceful day Russians knew and capitulated We were all with God under the Sun And in Victory Day And seeing this warmth A golden kite- flew in his memory And apocalypse then- hit our pay

For peace to begin at near Rights to be able And sending this day A successful and special computer Life is art And capitulation And Ukraine will last- a Lifetime.

Sudden And Unusual (Fire Me)

For the time this week And known purchases to comply Based on a long trip It was Eesti and Reunion But to Marshall the pretend And signs of rupture to Maghreb We were the universe And the dollar bill and its army And the anguish of a hundred And of an angel And a country To see the solemn survive To review And to take rest In timely we view The place in need of secure To feel and not pretend That enemies lay unprotected So surely to invoke The night of one regret Sitting and careful then On the twentieth we have war And made amends- to the grief of an aging course The repetition in union And solely reported by men And to the new unlabour speaks might There was something of May about Nothing says to the incline Of a past to restruggle the evident To the Eastern laity of war Thoughts for the tide and umber sea The days to King and Commonwealth We stayed upon the open sea And to retract all returning The West at due May course To front every place but our prism And sailing to the better of men Portions inland The legacy of war And returning our inland sea To the abode of a distant and weary men This water to the knees and on time In Justice, youth re-une In highly react-to at war And the sympathy of maiming still What is war and whatever is LCD To discourage the damage And to be fine with the greatest of men We will not live underground And we will have Victory at last.

To the Blessed Virgin Mary, our Patron and Saint at war.

And in the time of supposition We were weary for a few The working wheel And signs to ransom A day of pages like before A prayer for peace For feeding first to Beckham The litmus of a daygood And in this column,- thirty voids An Ark of the Covenant For Geert Wilders to atone And in this dying hour The lights refused to dim For the Good Lord And letting last to fieldsright Preternaturally decayed But all the wooden collections And the sturdy ones denote A place for Earthen Heaven And in it to avoid As the days are made for good And in this verse were lines Of the uncontaminated view That God is good to land And great to better seas And in a line of Crosses Perchance to see Saint Peter Adjusting to the schism Of the stalwart incantations And in this poem, an America That is bursting at the seams Of a dream for Oprah Winfrey Days of flight unto the night And every golden sister Has a drop of Mothers’ land- the only noise, abound Freedom tines in air For near to fortune time forgot In separated view This September to the stream Of every mannequin’s name Shall be blessed into the fold

I sit and nightly view The forms and future words And dreams, and stalls of gear In the separations of time For broken hearts to beat Every fragrant will and rose- and I adore the forms of depth To a star unto its range The polylacrymal Sun Fighting views unto the Henge And days do not infer to wreck The Son of Man upon a ship For all the distant passages Of their Holiness of time- of great departure And of Christ Jesus- Celebrant of creation If the mighty blackened locks Innovations free and bare A fissure to the leaf would happen fast- in lights if too much Heaven But never they- our honest World And beguiling sense of Wonder Distant Women And a song for better free- Heights of weight and worship ever Raptured then To Her night of trystic joy And off in ten To Chicago’s year of wheat And tribulations- But we hear And cast despondence Insofar as knowing every June There is distance unto our walk And every Man can solify These days are meant for Blackness And futures, and escape Barren lands to heave with rain In nine steps out of ten We were with her- and still know The aching of a star Dispossessed of heights of mutiny To her as much as more In mystery ten and then The Persephone and a floor Rigs for light and ship The sound of Earth and solemn Away with every star To the Good Women clad in wise Bearing Winter afraid And in the night unsure Turning to God’s Children Who will count one Oprah Winfrey Always standing nights in Gayle, Coretta, and Luther King Every drop of Earthen Water Filling hands of grateful then Today is unaccounted For the souls of Christ at will In barren dust to Dover Lighting stars to form and see Hallowed journey to this talk- of expectations And experience And of land becoming full In solemn flame And made of Water And the supplication free On our journey to this side Where days are rife And sustenant breathing Escaped to here- our land for us And a joy- to solemn roads And this is what we have And share to Royal as the Other Witness, Lord, of us In flying high The clouds of effervescence Light the isle- and what is right And offer downpour- for the livid- who will not see the sky- as Oprah would- and just for you And we will walk on- on this day As men will render- verdant bliss Into our own To solemn be And hopeful here Chicago keeping For this land..

..In solace and prayer For peace and gratitude Light of Heaven- Christ the Lord First and last In all who seek.