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!
Wed-3-DK 🇩🇰
By Nightflight upon range Mixed landing for the Sanhedrin Prayers for the African Be it who made each detainment In a century of war There are mechanics at leisure And places for attack Impressionable feasting without servants Mystery bars of gold Kushner in peril Courthouses and cars and cars and cars The putin dilemma is for oil to keep on spilling At last there is nothing but war And we invited the Russians to Russia Why fly when there is fever Plain yogurt on offer Bring lead Why, trying times You are art and you are bust And the terror-man is generally for admiration To courses about corruption Russians swinging with society Apple knows exactly what happens, when in Russia Pre-Cambrian dinner With no photo op For thoughts about when to invade
Wander, Saunter Blue
In times of proportion A Maliseet friend And irving makes no apologies To the detriment of time Screaming No mercy I had the time of a Canadian Truly Apostolic Unfair to my Yukon ways Unto four men in an apartment All were certain for existence Making presents by limelight Scraping just to get by
I am circled by a friend And have new relations with Santa On my bigger lay would recognize The assumptions of a roofer But there were days between promise And I mostly stole men’s pride For dancing reindeer-like On account of new Prime Minister Like the big one in the States But grand omen Queen and Country There was certainess to this being Mostly seeing hearts in pair While relying on Good Europe
But enough of the ale There are men who die for Winter As chefs, and trumpeters, and clowns A fortune in Jamaica — not here The right hand of a sauntering man Likes to see what goes Into the coin return and the palace it built No luckier than me
And boots and bonnets clear In time for secretary’s win I print by day and use the stars For winningness and beauty
But farewell to Europe War In months a man is beheaded To the Kings and Queens, A royal regard, That not all days are hell
Once a powerful earthquake In the logic of Aberdeen Waiting days and nights, but no more The hell to pay is prediction Absolute a money win And Jenga’s Craig This ruthless ally knows
In City and by the papers A polite and wicked people Who give no sonnet of opinion Of Royals and the Other Thinking Spare A man who prays And causes Heaven Bits of consular, And knighthood, And respite .. And Respect
Off with days of indignity To the fully qualified Sir Keir I blip til days are better still In respect and seeing blue- The time of year In Others’ Winter And landing like life, Like new
In the days of elder firm belief There are heroes like the Lithuanian- The One who fell Six hundred floors While praying Search In Christ For the missing in light And props for mere prayers A Queen to rescue mayhem But six across is in the net, I’m dreaming and I know
Love for London,
Jeff
How I Won The Russian Election
Champagne and dirty roses A course of wallops to renew Lairs of fire and lockup A new constitution Grey and green and great Where whales dare to go We had one party And one prison The desperate to decide Derail nothing but their own And in prejudice I carry a knife Thinking this is holy But due to what- An ambulance for Navalny Throes of temptation to let him be And officers greeted me there I had a wish To be great in America too And decided better days Were red, white, and blue
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A list of tax evasion schemes accessible only to the rich
(re: Carol Rumens)
Fair and poor to this body become I am careful in the light To the head of knowledge we are a summons Of every year might explode In affairs to freedom I cast a chill Resembling the people I smudge Getaway for good, to the aggrieved and the vain Falling mercury by misery I am on top of the world Let us be a mountain for the better of days Sayonara to close calls and better words for night Op-close to live re-friendly and the stars are onside Friendly rouse for the swale Six-second words and a timely heal We are pennies for the French Open government is today and I’m buying the book Six hundred and thirty two grams monthly to my eldest great For support to endear this topic of redemption, mercury are my clothes and a two-choice conundrum Executive order at war See you shining my shoes I have become.
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
Will You Friend Ukraine?
Of Occident and open Lyne Days of prayers for you and her The copper jets and superclass Believe, befriend, and escalate- With you to port for better class And days to conscience claim There is a war for evidence To repair the spotlight rule Third set of stairs to win these laws A man at work is weeping In olive branch so far from here We will grow old in tandem And best remark from life proclaim The omen of this small nation- A ransom hut in North Korea For watch, for digital frame To dine alone on better days Earth is every scream- To the news to remit a life’s great past Fortune will forget In Texas state there was more war Against the right to be owned In fair perchance here is more at play But mired in the distance We want more from the past And as such we are smitten With the dew of our Holiest grass By more for a friend, Then surrendering thus- We walk here and notice this then More for our people Is not sacrifice But from putin + his wild west partner Six to the journey And thus no more deal We are victims of murder this year
The “wild west partner” is irving.
—Jeffery
Zelenskyy (pt. 2)
Son of Easter, It is ringing to you A frozen island blessing your grip Of course there were dozens, But this name is yours- And has been, In Jesus Christ And you are competent and ablaze For the fortieth dimension Which is one man an hour, taking the pride of entirety And building Senates and courthouses, and appointments.. I am aground, And look to see you again Where cut off from my cue, The turnstile of war There are blessings- That are rivers But they pale in time With water so precious, A piece of the pie The Dnipro is yours, in weary amounts.
For other people, in Christ, Unabandoning war- There are moments of affliction that cannot be known And in this war, of the interlocutors, One more intruant Cares not for Ukraine The man of maga- satan’s power And nine in the heart With metals and bones Thinking of putin Treachering you I know this reach to Greenland It studies my wellness In two states of flow, Your water and ice To baptize and heal In Christ, [Amen] To Ukraine!
Tuesday-2-DK 🇩🇰
Impossibly at the river Standing for a moment Jangles of money to the flow Reverent sounds of the opera Had it this day An open year for the loss of a friend Supercharged and in the family Tightness and talk Who’s driving to The Empress Ghetto work to the giants I love you oil And this work of vinegar Is all mine For the known forever Deep fact is known as this A play for St. Charles Don’t be known And don’t deliver And wear a white hat And see the promised girl 8 feet in studio square Linked to Peter Whilst pretend The United States is a game For twelve and over And the Presidency is for Andrew Leading men, We love the fear And interns have news 4DN is years away But look at that calendar clock And a used affliction
Mon-1-DK 🇩🇰
Property of Houston The magic scale of roofing restrain Furthermore the lair Of about a hundred madrigal layers of hush Everyone’s got a habit Terraforming hatred A small form of remembrance Toe-to-to at the Sheraton Little bits of agony for an apparent all Mike on the esteem Slow wars of peace, when unending- Brats enchanted with the nightsuit Hanging a hundred masticable children Brunswick copies maga White night reunion The early prose of a dead man with pictures Remember pink- She voted too, And has early The influence of time in arrears A freebase of murder to end this calamity Nothing but sugar to the west North York invega And lousy hair spray I want to go home, where I already am maga is kraftwaffen Avoid at all costs. If you can.