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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!

20 Hours

Russia sees its reward In coming clean at first And time’s original thought Why verses Rome to court Apart as we are Symphonic distress To the notions that be A place in Quispamsis becover And Nuuk across the arc What difficulty Rome In quarts of lethal wonder To the sacristy we kept And Donald never came And stole our world And our share of thoughts to know Cavity to stream Pieces fired anew And Jehovah’s Witnesses came To speak across the road Inefficiency be And Nuuk would go to Rome Beatified at night Thus early cross Fit for dozen wonder Why excessive Kushner For all to fall forget And banking proud To Russia as they saw Greenland across the bay.

Put it To Rest

In today’s better and remain We sought what we all have A night into the aether And legions by the year Hurried to Afghanistan Apparently by rote And Rome And rote And war The efficacy men In letting grass remain And off accustom view Witnessing the trial Men ahead, Ascension Ligatures and light

And who was there for fortune cure Every Justice called to act A year for portmanteau In lucky shares to Telluride

Nothing for suggesting But the ruse I thought you knew Mentality is sinking On this ice and growling sheen Up and coming just this once To be better then and back As a difficult endeavour We sought and we elect

In time Europa kneeling We hug the best at dawn Raoul rather than rather The Earth shall keep us keen While the Taiga at its will For us to row and without flight The licensure in keep Too much vernal but we show And in this crisis might I should Ever after on this cay What good redemption, Peter In a better view and pie

Thought to body ransom Impure to fight to loss Renewing what is spoken To the court and country worth

Oxygen to wherewithal Standing fortress by the board In between our haught appeal Roads to roses, then and for

Isn’t limelight for the limited As a day in Holy curfew We ascended to the Trinity In this day alight to shore And the mercy we extended All our neighbours Sultan row No more laughter but in daylight No duress, my Doukhobor

Maybe set and in discretion Digitalis on the Moon My redemption has no Heaven But to you, my God above

And in this peace of Ferdinand We obsessed with what we have Inner order and of strength This to wherefore by the sea

Intonating every know-how Fresh to bloom in cotton air I can see my city running Golden lava, just to there.

Kim (part 7)

Four fires to the Ocean We can seek the Holy ground And nights appear Ron and Ron respect This day of interstition Waking days by tone The World is watching We do this until dusk Pretensions of joy And Rome will reappear As Scotland and unseen Though between these doors Made for all respect Of If I the big in World And as for ten We speak to the Chinese Why to this prefigure The Russians have a think On high and in due course The lights alone And to this mayhem, a crowd We are due in December,- for a child The King of courage change We fight in this pretest A thousand notes of home To flights Koryo Atlanta and the sun We appease the Lord And find that I am near In days of Summer last An omen such as this That we were made to be Korea A task – solely ours Reneging to the States And Apple will believe In our better constitution For these times I arrive What portend we silence But the view to Satin Grove Nights be this,– a prayer to better men Assorted trust And to the stars ascending Royalty is due.

There were days of must-be-able Thoughts of better grace In time, one was born The sure and makefire to believe Accosting no-one but a graph In deals to this group- Fit for the better of Rome Let’s let this peace renew our vow Accomplice to the extra For great esteem and the love of night Fortune mend rebate Our evidence is clear- Tears for six people of the cloth- who must be laughing at Vladimir Patience is code and known as our lot The sympathy of this great leader,- and mercy to be known that In even-time,- we will solidify our view And just as the day end,- in our path,- Europe awaits,- and as we are,- the next view.

The Earthen Lap

As far to be from fortune As light is fair Upon this June Waking rights of Heaven In her a joy to this man And the Welsh can see,- we laugh upon this hill And getting thin To this genre The waking fly Upon his best And difficult in body For all this war In Iran in June And my day is Olivet- at the dome And such for her,- the nighttail in Spring When Earth was mad- for valour

And too this heed For forces then What shots to ring With shrapnel And there, elated A place of Heaven Where thoughts renew- in liberty But a sociopath like this Taking serenity for love A plan like this,- early dire

And then to have been What Whitehall summoned For three revokes In a difficult season And substitution would suggest A place subordinate- to the chair And bibling few In faded pen and time For all this cue,- a London Inverring then What metaverse To those who know And weep

But fortune her And this sacrifice In prayers delivered To a house of Queen Intoning new, there What better truth Because of faith To better forces Or Afghanistan Or the simple Pod Rehearsing fact,- to wiok

And there in June Upon this clad Fights for worry Across to nightscale And there to Earth What might be new The Olivet- of chords

And faithful view To things Spring Garden While through to her- my glide

And patient friend For tunes between Things of proper And amethyst For triting old Truth was cured To this brave man The suicide And of object The awful hour I stood to tell In Sub-Sahara The Scion free Two loaves to Peter From Damocles And perfect end To witness then My steep new cloth- Enamours.

Memory

I learned to sleep away Upon this toboggan dream Mercy and this light Forever with a friend Nightstead and miracle A bonnet for this hope And in query night The Holocaust is lost For you, my Friend And faithful Earth In embellishing This landing Capes of knowing when And solid few To catching them Across a war to carry In hollow fear But such entice Our ice was of the enemy Thirty thoughts of must be doves To go unto the altar And why for air to surface This land of febrile bight To proceed with night Abandon this And weary few, my home In such to be no other But this pen at day And solo cross to cover Won to be in this This head of more And fairy tale Of history and land We’ll take a few And risk forever Nunavut by day To there and glad Escape if Euro peace And gold in glad escape What timing everything A pay for then be gone What solace then Heaven at her keep And on this day Return the army away In finite land and us the other In our numbers keep Begone to this road My Heaven walk At pace and scurry then This fightless crown Who hurried to the city And why to men Whose history at the neck Would maim us here For thirty hold And heist to here But me and you Cross, extend my life The game is at a query And alas as told The brightening of hue For forty inches rain And blue abyss to call What nightsprung To this of light I saw you in the American In rose palette And hurried pace My Sun away And wishing war To take you, words In cleverness abandon Why to Copenhagen do you view The rights we have undone To this we shall Requite in thus appeal This troubling thing This hostile bait To solemn then agree We are gone And doors alight With name and pleasure for A listless try That men would be so lucky But I am sorry And in evident dispose Take my dress and perfume Across to then your due But marry won’t And Auschwitz then unview I miss my miss And there grow old To Nunavut.

Ukraine Path

I was fitted for wonder And grew a giant tree To aging assault A final eviction Thoughts for the unaccord- in the sympathy of day And pestilence We were worried at last That things will be final core And striking the salute Our prayer ambulance

And in this country, the gentry Small arms for the government A tour of the Lord For the singers that be And brominated time Bees to our cast And solely then Did we strike with reason

And pain disappeared For the other mistakes of high fever But Bertolli was new And masses of St. Catherine Made verse to the public

And this day off in reason here Fighting advanced of the forged And to solely forget That we are- still,- The Mother of Time

And in this Eucharist Is the body of Jesus And we came unafraid But to be together For these constant plans And days and things- of a fresh balloon And in Singh rapport We are fighting till ten Keeping merry To solve away our public cure And in this instance to Aberdeen We sat up with the Sun- to make a stand and decision That we were going to Rome,- Federal or not To shake this war- into a barrel.

Construction Mile

No chance No guidance No forest And Heaven wept For the mercy from the sky Days across the debit card Affording too deep This lie in me Of predators’ relent For missing April time And precious rainstorm- to this rose And high duress do fall The litany of Sun And marble mind Lakes renew to favour Upon this road to fall By fortunes off to them Insurance case to Rome When rights reveal where they- The lie as before To ever bring our march To money men in May And upland dudes will confuse The charlatans of must In America we grow The trees are partial Sun But making time above The chlorine has a way To be obscene And Earth before We bring to this to you To save the planet’s fear- of often better days Of rain that meets a record To prophet read- the best in thirst to know Making high and low The light in five alarm- Distress at simple math Affording afternoon To slog with math And perspire our every home Borne to dust For freeing her In la pleinaire For photos never sold The rights to pain And in this house we charge For ever wear to look The sky is shame In brown duress The pension of our word In six frame for to deal Our simple plan To end this life For cherish-week and Cape Across to waiver war And as we walk To no-one’s better day The pace of Sun And disregard to show What tiny slivers- of ebb and chew The loss of many called To sin for let-us-see And working holler Let us go We reap beneath your key In time to God Forever growing wear But math at hand And I revoke your Earth For peril wonder Distribute to its life The pace accord As you to unrelent- to barely see What was before And we’ll grow old With better wind And soothing press A peace to find us myth And of the seams Our better day To raining books to Heaven Acid free Away from scars To light-hand as we call Our forest new And gone all day To this, the end of war- and not the World- Defender of the news Apostles nine and ten And breaking year To glory become To l’Acadie And gold This Winter press And labour Water as at par The shearing of our waves To Heavenbright And no mistaking lonely But us as them Our Lynx to know- that Heaven is forever And crosses root In chalice mend To life before- our mess.

Between You And Me

Your consciousness Playful by the fire, ending Spring The crisis that we were And to this cathedral Likely to destroy the unrefute And as a whole- Silent to this hero art Known and doesn’t see Victims to bereft within this light This solemn rain We tied our war to trinkets And the solitude of home To end the day- Our fortune’s war Tide is of the month Our gravity to you And equal many Why the verdant sights- of home and farm Tidings to your way And Earthen time- the son of war

And mercy was Lights and market door- openings to God We ran unto our delivery The facts to win Good and prayer deliverance Why exhaust to be Lines of great estate The energy at will Our neighbour to his one Sympathy to house In Sun and gain And duty South Appraised to every win The Son of Man- We arouse the neighbour- To silence then No more longer Russian plight Catholic as the Sun to Winter be And he who keeps to time is still upon us Orthodox unfalter to our Heaven As mercy day God upon replete and to our home Jewish men at prayer- A tiny gift This war did unbeliever to our hope Gone is most to know And blaming you- The Moscow of a man and through these trees Simple things and light in air but to amend And to destroy Faces nine and ten of learning war We must arise And John will be your man Sights within and mercy share All of us believe we are together Masks of unapprobrium to declare The night is free Custom to our marks and cure for her- the harrowed gown Promised delivered for this gem- Our history then Ukraine has found the premonition Days of lighted future The rust machine and load Thoughts in peace and metal road Brightest news and then- But we’ll regret Everything to know The mercy of retreat and promise then Our Captain men- and his children as they play Summer is upon and waking new Philosophy to here and fateful view Promises to keep from many West A light ahead Putin will remember at his hand The dialectic And last beseen to simple poor Victory has no road- And failed view Let’s rebuild To Heaven in our name To God above and merchants’ tow To ground with feet and near Solid to the shore our feet will go To unended life- and dreamers high Ukraine of this belief- that mercy new On its way and forward Our will to know- As Justice here.