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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.

We Walked Along

In peace and character These chances to Balmoral And Kennedy stopped the rain As we melded into Summer But there in bright Verses for a wave Height in place alone Drops of Victory dew And solemn then Rights to Essex water Customary then We picked our scales brief And suddenly to back The lanes of brief decay And when it rained Laurel was to comet And bitter flow A smile yesterday For all this blue And pariah dine In mortal thirst for order To end this May And work above In June we lost our flat Nights pretend The June of Orinoco And Dartmouth by the Bay Of tear and rights behind Seldom call the beacon And I saw limerence Peak to Depardieu Association freeze And barreling to bread And war, back off We cast our rod to limbs That war was then Trial and order be The solace right and view The year I saw it all.

For beasts to and from..

Lines of paint for people Followed in peace To the Irving family Day by day And in face Liberal abandon And as we are,- The admonished France will forgive you For whatever it was But in focus And because we fly These are the Baptists of the Earth And never more For the Englishman Two nights of liberty be And to the list of probability Gives me jitters This Stalin clause And nights of carrefour To the sysyphean code That lights will abide And men do appear As we came and prayed And so the night went And so as we Men of high stand And history commend The eruptions of labour To vape on this land A custom sea But there was a buffer And in this bitter place We ceased unto view For ecriture and ivory And tailing refute That we had rights And offer the same to many And shores of the everman To provide sympathy and protect And happy on medication As we seize the medical dough And worry Of these devices And how they got lot But with modest emplore The Navy will make a few And fight right in For the impossible in me This is the realm Of sympathy hereafter Bright enough to pause Without poking the poor As Ron could unite And beginning to understand- forthwith Deems for Hashmatullah A prayer for my best friend And finishing first In this double-cathedral And plying favours For the infotube In rise to the altar Speak Chalice And change and courage And they day as our night The purgatory of souls When and life In the aftermath And Nirvana- which exists as it has But fighting to against The argyle in simple view A religious Catholic Studied and studying For the peace in respect Of our Maliseet code Riding nation to nation And back to our forest In time together, our home And Sundays they come To steal us our war Forever in Peter And peace And Christ between embers The empathy in fire And then to able for By respective abandon If only our debt And seeing you here Giving peace And dust of the aftermath And if reconciliation they come By the airfield of Rome And hugging her The Church in they And undone as your labour But Olivet And the Earth became The bitter sin Of the first word After man And caress And knowing remark Substitute For Heavengod He would say: I am And disgracing the known Married kids And processions For the deeply possessed But iron war And its people No peace- but the Sun And never shall walk To the symptoms- of AI And the aftermark With high regret As a substitution And conflagrations became To the loading booth And the nightsrest When labouring few In The Eucharist For life and our hand To the Cross and peruse That our glory in soul That Jesus is Lord Whether atoms emplore All the fires- that may be And become A sympathy in breath.

Move On

Stereo time and Santa’s big war In entry by the stadium,- we wished for a start And were promptly muted- for rain at four And what is meaning, but this Songs to our order The tin at will,- at time’s release Justice to the heart And covert insert to the pledge Fine nights of her And Invictus the Hard- Laying for torture,- This move that was Showing no gold but to them The proven boy and analogue Dented by players in the hut And a IIe at breakfast to apprehend The visions of Small And an interlude for war And surely a misunderstanding Every great poet in power And time as well Victory to the great mutiny- Time at the self and rod regret The happenstance of the heart And making lines amend; what is it for And they play with the dots- of a sudden fodder by light A twinkling in his hair Blessed hair, for religion and famous Three is the time to play Myth A cousin of war in the lit But made admin, a sixth person in tow A night for solid free Mittens and garland to the end The worry of a paranoid year Children who can’t eat A Labrador as Jim And shoes to know memory that remains But in a solid hold, The Eucharist Days of portend and uncommon Ceded power to God From the free and able Abstentions to glow in this through A blessed country, for comets revisit And the Earth shall remain Lights to our symphony but remain Christ is in store and I remember Fading lights at that man And running to be free Perpetuance of sin Victory knows I am near But therefore in endurance And a faithful regret Life in deliverance to the poor Deception cease Lighting our doors such as this Mayhem as a blunder And sympathy draw There is lemon in the summertime and at will I know where this has been Time’s regret to the antecedent Victory I know has a story Long be forgotten The World for all close A beckon of thirst to the Cup Victory is The Lord Let not be last, those in sin I would try as they are to be that Simply willed but unsure This is our Victory Day in the Summer A crucifixion unto you The Son of God in proclaim Night’s war and free Laying all weapons to the pond The lost would in their Hearts Making the right turn Burning free And turning to them The borne dedication to our lot Crucified- in dust to the ear at our home Victory South to the victims- Such terrible wrong Nights in return to that River The funeral and accompaniment of valour In a Spring year we folded Times of unfaith and in London Paris for the grey orange and forget Sympathy Magog to our Spare Exalted benew Time says amen, and be free The simplest code, Giving Nature her way And Heaven at the door saying “Come in.” In virtue we can; in mercy Trusted to shallows of the sea, the merciful one Gifts of God and tempered bet A faithful run to the end Simple sharing of Hers is by day Citizens implore, and Earth to be Devon Solace unfold to our star This and Hearts believe Dedication to the Blessed Virgin Mary Christ carrying our Cross to the end; no faithful and further Peace for the living Genuflect to our Saviour The Earth as sacred, what it was And miserable deep in prayer North Korea is no longer In time at war like this And hitmen to the day Peace lumbering On this day made of gold And early in May Life is giving- And sympathy still- The Blood of Christ.

The Standing Grace (Labour Love and True)

The silver heart warms And it is hers Lights of Devon in May Bits of the golden brown And Sunny in May A torchlight in this repeal Breaking art the random In this remark And his, on day four And Olivet then Two of Earth in his watch The glitter upon our risen fear Nine to deck and cavalry Edges of soft peat And weary of the blue At Sun in the nineties And where return, the horse is me And I am rain for nightsradar Sympathy to knight in her keep Days of war to Kent And Irving ran her My love and story Nights for gold but then, A vicious smell Collapsing hand repeal On this day they win And killed my soul I miss her neck in my caress

And beauty was brief I lost her whale and then her sea Us in Heaven- would wait as much in slip In search for why, why the truth- had given us this road And plainly pathed What voice togetherness And sympathy for my partner Less than salt Iron clues in this gear of Wallace And each sympathy by day We lost our call to heed This random knife in her For low to light and Austria Vertigal for this hour The most high hand And into common, our love this held Repeating war by night And the common loon was man And this old of what was In day of poor and peace The bell of Arthur; end day And nights on time But better of I think about her She goes forever,- in the verse that I am And fading bleed Til oats call And Victory Day My white pet in Heaven All forces clear I am a man- at war for seven.

Also From Dark Skies

A plain and daily Rome Thoughts of rue and the subs A day for heavy news Thanksgiving at the altar

Six men in Jericho- and nine islands in jeopardy The worst is the storm And the seeming fact to be square

Life in failure and I know The balloon meant death And I was truly cherished by my skull A year can avoid this disco So let’s be clear I started this war

Summons of difficult rhyme And the aftermath of true travail Nuts to be sailing out West And time in South for the epicure It was night and day in Eden- a blissful story

And the youth- Who sonically cared of the empty port I was alone in space And there was dying but no seasickness Thoughts to amend these few A simple ready and Earth ensued

And for that terrible evening I was frightened as the tailing men It beats no difficult test But in suppose-mode, I was clear

And Winter gave day Times would cry for the lectern Sympathy owns no esteem And the frightened rat that I am came to war

So this is the above And providence rain I have a herd for you And I heard you were stellar Mixed grass and the remains of truth I would double back on your fence

No to the deer in your hut It isn’t you but time will breathe We will set off when we can spare of trouble It was the Maliseet who stopped the war.

Riv’

Shining shore aseen To the River and the lake Vineyard here Apostles May And shining truth,- river bright And gorge of green and clear Solemn twine and May for horse To Baddeck and in its column A substance of my own This shining glass And Surface Wine For one and tattle,- Justice me And solemn return To my River

And in this Country land Crossed to solemn to give by For fortunes new And unto Rowan Playing well On British pass In Earnest Wine Going rouse To free at land

And where’s the Sun But fortune mine And in this Water Called the River home And back to Sea In daying form Into the heard In ev’ry way To intertwine By Labrador And seeing pret

In juxtapose These river forms And biggened ruse By time and wet And prayer in Cross To cease in Carol Growing old Un time beneath That happenstand For filling brim In Country thirst And to its court-, this shining New

For under glass Their Winter eyes And Sunny May Chicago Green That one in vise The day is free- For bits of Water And under me.

Ru-Night (pt. 1)

For the stolen conscience And the justice of goods No trip to this affair Could study the relieved A good and Heaven friend Untold of the steady Winter To pay all the summons That were dictated by fear To forgovern this freedom And while stuck to the lazy chords Given this cycle That folded all Rome And in giving to the Android Where summons were high The nights are heavensent When we knew what to expect Like rain by appeal And Molotovs from the East There and giving war Now to the South at hand And trial for Putin’s Mother Russia When the Swedes decided there was war And simple excuses by Sunday Off to the Philippines And to purchase what is right Meaning Sunday- Great Heaven And Trump will unfold And greet the Ocular Fantastic And in this family of provocateurs Mystery to great Heaven Queen of the Suburbs South and South of Wales While we bless Antarctica and retain all our Summer will The fortress of portends Is making sure all of this power Jinxes in Rome To tell what is horribly true But then the Senate of true forms in Italy And a provocation of ten

Forswearing in October That the eye is merely here It was Michael’s great gift That had won and then spun a star CIA please renew The steady hand of an American deal We are sweet and we speak for the proud Henchmen of Saudi Arabia Return to the foreign cue And have high rights on foreign time To do justice to oil Which is time to turn off the tap And seeing this deep justice coming We decided it was mayhem to Labrador And to all of this coup In Russia which is not elect Trump has made no decision But to play with his passing time

In the gestalt of this ability Russia is on its knees To the last of Great Heaven Canada and Rome afar

And in the ninest Speaking to the parallel Ever seen to jump enemy For lands to hold and the foreign man Like sympathy for the suffering And nights to Ron and you The gifts of time in Heaven For World Peace begins with you.

Three

In days of Glenn,- there was mercy in tone And hearts of red- to get us here For one man,- agreed asunder That war awaits- in lands of thirst To halt the peace process In days to be

Island lines In greater being The Russian ruble- is part of A The distance gnome And glory for our war This Finnish speaking- will get us here

And looking lonely- by fireside in jail The spokes of Rome- would interject And then there were twelve By great premonitions To cease the whale- that stalled the Cross

And bitter cubes- to know a Washington,- jade in force To speak if all And tidy wonder For poets’ car The lines of Armagh- are broken line And cease to boredom- as just the Dane

In bearing labour We trust in heart Inceppant wind- to carry war But not like this In camber fire To speak of dead things And pros. for ten— The May of mine And disrepeat For lines to know The Irving missing And paid respects- to autodead The syncretic void— And that night of view In making promise The war would stop And interject The pollen fight- for ever June And sighting gold To story war

Nights foretold The end of fear In distant miles Of sobriquet Faith- and time And rod rebuke The bitter fast If thinking verse And tiny droplets To spray in jest A broken thunder In Epson, Maine

And to New Zealand A spire to grow The solace Wedn In plaintive Wight The stars and men And war and dangle The spinning carrots To faster learn

Nights be glad For forfeiture Palace unnerved In tales we drew The mighty dress In each and bold Nights are all And hands do fold.