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Canada Forever 🇨🇦

Have mercy in The Holy Spirit, In Christ, Forever, For the Czech Republic, For malarials And men who cut forests Back up to size

Irving hates everyone- The irving irony Of simple PCB

I hate no-one And live in an empty house

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O Canada at six And three games of backgammon For the reckless apostasy of Hampton And the promise I made For confession to you My friend, My confessor, I have caused it to rain At just the wrong place In Lockheed of abaddon While jets wept for you I was veiled in waiting And saw roses and crosses And a grab bag of rice While shins bled for war But the price of peace was hers My mother without hair Because irving Because irving And slept within What now was nothing The soldier of war- was nothing forgotten For playing in heaven Barely keeping alone And stood and asked Why one It’s three o’clock here I am praying for me Which was always okay With no one but you Peace is to be yours, Prime Minister May heaven befriend you I am early dawn And I have scars on my face From handles of fear But we won And we shaved To be unragged for home And no more of the news Would terror the house

In Legal and Royal Treason under Oath, In Excitation, An Oath to The Queen, In Jubilee under term,

An Act of Permanent Separation From The United States,

Canada,

In honour of Creation, its partner Greenland; Celebration of Democracy, In beckoning icewater and Eternal Peace,

In Christ,

Amen

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Jesus Christ of Bethlehem is Lord

A condemnation of anti-semitism, of war, of all hatred, and of the Holocaust.

Save every woman of colour from the CIA-

In Christ Jesus, pray for forgiveness for all; for remission of sin- for justice against murder, against nuclear assault, against war; and for all peace- forever- knowing that Jesus Christ will save those who seek Him; according to His will-

In steep memory

of Holocaust victims- all victims- over six million Jews were murdered in the Second World War alone; – men were separated from embrace; and women, others who were non-binary or judged not worthy of life- the ransom of White supremacy that murdered Black, Brown, Romani- and mostly Jewish— millions- To the victims of torture and vivisection- your pain may often be forgotten, but it is not forgotten today; nor is it forgotten by your Father in Heaven who espoused your being from creation —And in memory of children surrendered by their own kin who were turned away in the name of all forms of eugenics- to never happen again on Earth, pray— in Christ Jesus, Lord be with us and hear our prayer.— Heal us and our kin.

To those in Gaza, deprived and desperate for life to be ok again- pray, including for your oppressors and we will pray for you, that food will rush to you without delay; May The Body of Christ be with you..

For this writer who is not spared of judgement- pray in Christ’s name that God The Father will forgive all and provide a place of mercy in rain and in eternal Heaven-

Amen

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The Sun (Shadow Object)

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I had a virus, From Tuesday- For the Elk

And landed at Islandport Ferry And Inkerman blue The ducks at the airport Were standing for Sweden Åland report- The sky way away

As for the Rus They were drunk and effective But our beaver was President And Rain came to vlad

Of Norway to Cross By the time I was one Dancing Queen, A rune, Called Viggen of Carroe

Three Herz and I blipped Romans regret The thing on my windscreen Was my mind, And I won

To Antarctica by one, And these things matter, Watch, brother, I am gone, To Tuesday By the dune

Saab had a feeling It was due by the lathe And the lantern The Visby By Suriname For that rod

When Albert season- made mud And Sherry got Åland, The ferry became lakebound And I stayed by the sun

Three course between The conservative bat And because I love landing And thinking And floss

The lighting of Sweden Was All that she was To over and about We won for the New,

Glued gears to our treehouse To the left Three degrees Mary May Göteborg’s good tide Norway in space

To the lectern I leapt In Iceland was a song To the low and the single We were heard of by Sunday In Qatar and we knew islam the schill For death to the white To the cross that they shaded For our Lord of all Peace No true to any woman, But by Essex and Mulrooney Who landed a payphone And bought flowers for him His Dad, In Ireland- Eating prophecy As it stands For the rainbow of Åland And in Queen, There was one The Scandic on radar, Who knew? It was Qatar.. The States lost their way While the blouse was tried on

I wasn’t worried about Maine, Which was Iran, Which was done

And it rained methylmercury, Mercilessly, man

Qatar bought a hearse And flew it to the course And I ran to the runway And I beached Faber dawn

Brake horse test, French crème, Ron toast, No other country but Iraq Sure it was a Suzuki But I was fog And sposed pay

Anyway, earthquake, At seven, Which was Sweden Who stopped the funeral- of a woman- Who was Malin Who survived

And vlad will thank Whitney- The Black Woman- The tank, Who sang nine, Nine, Nine frail cousins Who stopped hell Which was qatar, Which was death, Which was don

And thank you, Peter, I was due And my flight of paid blue For the headlights of Kempt landing By the gull In ABBA time

Why I sold sulphur to the coalhouse For company pay In sublimation to the wreck

I fired a torpedo, At Aladdin- and his mosque

But the dream had a cross It was democracy on vow And Mark said let’s pay, And end war And in Québec

The day Berlin collapsed I called Bell My friend- —Andrew And owed three dollars-

to Mulrooney who paid God, His honest due radar, And stayed the night, in the baptism, of Buchans flow.

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(“Red Indian Lake”)

❤️‍🔥 Believe and befriend Jesus.. May He end this day; and bless us in Him, The Son of God; and end of prophecy

🍞🍇 May The Body of Christ be with you at all times-

—Jeffery

I can see irving getting messages from the United States.

Why Is Everyone Dead?

In one inhale; of two seconds: This is what I get— on a bad air day; in my own room, because I worry about my own behaviour and like responsibility:

“I know what the psychopath is.

It’s the Irving smell- the JDI one.

It’s Jim Irving, it’s the antichrist-

It’s North Korea,

And it’s called “Song of Lin”

I can see the entire thing- one point five seconds; pulp mill smell; in my room. One sniff.

—Dead nature

“And they called it the diatribe”

You are not alone.

Yes the psychopath is nature. Pfff. Not.

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Bob Created 7

And there was a murder And God is good By the forest for good news We sat with our hunches Why were we on fire? And then there was nothing

God is good. And oil is not.

That’s the meaning of irving disposa. And irving is the fire from hell. And God is in ecstasy

(“Let It Rain” by Amanda Marshall)

I hope the police arrest jim irving

Please electrocute me I’m obviously nervous And feeling low- Besides -

For fortune to favour fall McCartney showed up with Peter Rigs of henbane and just dreaming I was not bitten by irving for a week The Premier understands, irving is in season And the nothingness is good for Wirral Insane and daring mormons to give into Jesus Highly inflamed by the shock of the Paraclete Sussex news- I am stalling for a handout And shenhua is so stylish The weapon of mass destruction- was yesterday’s news And we showed up for dinner And prayed for the notwithstanding clause To commit pornography to the grave And to save every scrap dealer From kim jong un And his obvious obsession with evil The redemption of harvest, As in actual vegetables, Gave us Communion And we remembered our sisters In Christ and for the Paris we celebrate As our last option for rain And we already won

irving is low on oxygen

and harangued the Ojibway Clapping for every high Every minute It is simple As as dictator would X

Glyphosate

Genocide. Sad story.

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Were up for the course Of empty rocks to the street And we were seizing the border For the Iranian who wept To the Christians of Manor It was known to be Kempt And Zermatt that would sleep For echoes of Canada And the Premier of Her So across that bridge For feeing things of rouse And kneeling here For favourite lichens And a park of the world Betrothing all wood

It’s only Earth happening On the sunniest day For that tall Douglas Fir My boyfriend he was At least no conceit And the small shoes I unfit While unresenting all waves To the owl with new flowers

And to that shawl It is gone For Christ is here And we chime for three And accept all men So that accession is bespected And the unfree can accuse Their captors of ruin Like the corporate small win

And to the Chinese comraderie For the new way of celebration In romance And in party play Of capitalist whim A green one A sled

To the least of the media who printed every release For a time of the impressionable week And a cross firmly planted on the moon

It is raining There is grass And I am a realtor And even the Navy knows There is peace in Qatar Where the Germans did stand Against heuristics And gas And lying about pain And peals of our bell A tower of all peace Where everybody saw The miracle of Greece Where Christ blessed his church And women wore hair And earrings And poem

There was no fortune to know Like food and forgiveness And a prayer card from Mom For all my distress Which was mine Only mine For nine days

And assuredly speaking Of Geneva and its way For the way of one hour Across the harbour Of inner lakes Of a waterfall And small breathing

That there was no sun in darkness And a way to impair The temperance surprise In time men forgiven And acquiring our ways

Of beryllium and the artistry Of mazes and wingmen Who flew for peace For the women

Who forgave the accomplice Of the authorities by day And apprehension of those Martians And their Marxism And their time

So that In history, no rebellion Against a Ukraine of The Christ To a people who marry- Marrying peace Marrying day

In small ponds Brand new mud For new children And new husbands And new sounds Of peacekeeping From Ontario And Hawaii

So that Greenland’s high response High water And high glass Was a garden full of ships And tiny seeds For our field And in the Earth’s early book Of a place on the moon That we noticed was Christian So that all persons are cousin And left to new captains Of Bread and Wine Of Christ and of Rain Of peace in our tower To come home And to be free

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We were well for our lantern At business that May And when to our sun return For the forty ninth parallel And the lorry day as mount Must be seen as we review And early as war And a bees’ nest to extend There was a basis to our withdrawal As we shot at the moose for our hunt And the triage guessed the next nurse To stay for this rose

I in beige For the early star Seemed to be in his forties And afraid of his uncle And a notch in his cape For French and Swiss In the amount of an unreserved- A madrigal on waiver It was Hargsburgh and early hospital And standing on his mother And lost as a flower Be sweet by the dawn

Forty nuts to the shawl invega by carousel Striding to meet the aftermath And my bosom elect to the fourteen With ryeing shun-math Elected to Behemoth Way We were Kim Jong Uhl Mattresses for the corpse And standing in deep brothers For the return of my hair to the undeep With brightest and biggest regret Of apples and spinach in bright green For the British who kept to appear On nine standing peacocks who appraised our dew In the aftermath of one PDF A puzzling layer by spect In hencock and a noticed war I stood by for time And of course a cousin Of the able and betrayed In fortune’s win Bespeckled for the underclass Of every nine captain’s war Prowess for the Queen’s house And every mark of undress

These were on our knees The Duke who cracked a whip While the early cross was hers And a fortune for Carcross So the fortune is mine My only so untold I best behave There is a tree in the yard And it’s time to be seen In a high pod For the flight of Heaven In such reward As the hearse lapped at my own In such a way as to keep up I was the badass with Henry Morgan But the smallest of hurts between In gliding down to the desk job

Such mistake is an unknown jab And I miss you, My airstep To be able to surround that lens And pick up our dues

There off of course Was the end of war And it takes you off To whatever numbers were best And to the best be you I was made a best of the sun To sureness of the one we redeemed In sweet summer’s nakedness

In her own special town I keep a Communion in view For the express expulsion of war And the honestness of our hope In a Cornish hearse There was heartness in the hour, and to our love In deepest occupied French land For the Turhouse and Whitney’s cape In regret to my own since they deported The slicked up essence of Beograd

In the Tennessee win, Of retort to the geese who fly Heaven, by the backhand of our normal In the unction by uncertainty And laying blocks by which chemistry, And which varnish to passerby

So let’s be certain Of this clear thing of yesterday now It was Zak’s year, And a wheezing low For all that war, And in a wheelchair now I will wait for sorrow’s front esteem And crack the blinds for serotonin I best be seen In the privileged moon Aching for Chinese poem So that six across Would be Christmas

Intoning that Chicago had a man Sizzling our broccoli for the best of repay And chucking out the Iranian quran While sleeping off the war

A forgotten sister For the Irish Catholic of early yesteryear For repense and nothing lovely on the way But the Breadhouse was muted only through The upkeep of every bake- Baking enough For the thrive and happenstance that hear us now, In the rough, For Beautiful Ukraine

“God says you’d rather unexist than euthanize another feline.”

—General Tycoon

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