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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!

In The Near and Thorny Desert

And an anvil from a mile Prosperous long and to the mountain We were peers to the abandon And noticed all wounds Web-free and for a year The most in Heaven grace And a difficult form Reaching water first Approximating noon A special day in fear Unpoetic but approved We summed up Aphrodite And beckoned every news Across an Earth in pain And this is glory Our nearest form of misery The uncle to our walk Silencing the men And with their cars they run The false prophets of memorandum Smiling with a child- Holding briefly here Raw void of pain to the ark A Princess day A man addressing And like the grand defigure Noticed no escape The economy done Except the one of ridicule And high gains And you who voted This low apparent here For intel plus and magic Unopposed to what of law The few who random air A thousand trees of gold And Heaven remained us here With bits of this for day A spoken pause The cracks do swallow mainly- bits of revenue And this and that We paid no other country Missals for repeat Remembering Hispanic Heaven And to our Earthen paradise make No hope is lost but night Swirling castles green The stars of mighty hue And if Earth is worth a day We’ll settle spectrum near Our clothes for greening high The doors of Uruguay prayed And all repeat We could have been in vain But dress to talking wildflower And grains of gold each troop- who let us near And by them We were pregnant and became The best to see our power The Virgin and The Baby Our simple rouse And loving things afar To Pickering and make And bringing skills we share No floats or fighting ore The shape of Holy wisdom Inquiring at the water Places high and next A feeling for few is that And call me by my name I made it here- as you.

Basilian Salvatorian Order

In bravado The litany on recuse Of a frightful Wednesday Of wind and fire We sought prayer and our will Where time was our order To do just that The beheading of a year And in this might The glory to our fast In twenty days Christ redeem the prophet Sanctuary by isle Inoffendant to Rome And blessings by our house

To love a day And simply be at last We radioed for construction And breathing in new cement Our days in the grotto And something held These trees and branches Apparent of the news

And Molly wept Wondering if ten- Merchant ships untorn To corral the Holy news This glyph in order Apparances to God Above Could hold our altar For you, our Lord Undoing misery Edifices of Rome And here to the house Order as we would Prayer as we go

And planning days To suffer our binds Close to our pardon- comes the secret heart- of our fathers And family order to know That we were somewhat like the Son of Man Inpredilection The days of scholarly rain- Above farm and field Landing hard As we go gently- unto there.

Direct Duma

And then there was one For a secret Rothschild To afar Over the woods And amending every Mom That there would be war

And inoffendant Mary- knew of the reasons And ran to the year of our season Haranguing forth The mysteries of space Linking cure of bravado To prophets who read Upstairs to the conscience- of our psychic blue And we stayed off redemption For all of this worry To be white and Russian And knew wholeheartedly That that man was policy And voted expressionless But of war in course And the nurses’ Ukraine was the other And no polity But lager and meade Kissing the New Testament For all that we hid- against nazi lore And the profane Like hitler And kim jong un For the breath of days And it was impossible to be with- what we adored Full-blown democratic hands While the lowly but able Knew what was working And it wasn’t white power and putin should know

Fair to be seen First and strong That this white-stock collection Is Donald’s will And don’t we remember We were not born at McDonalds Nor were we Christian Without choosing so

Big repeal as there were- The right to be sixed If we were an expression To fits and normal September But this rose that I saw Was it my time This red ochre Accepting my fool- My barren coven As the last of my days And in simple score- Rome was my duty And at scale Chose Christ in this chaos For the mercy hand That tried not to war But saw penmanship Frittering its doubt As a way to avoid enemies And endurance To the fullest of the law And putin is dead Because we said so Us lost souls Let it be.

Electric Rainsmoke

And through fire and theft Trafalgar had a clue To be raining fresh cabbage To the citizens of Rome But Halton Hills True to the fibs of Asia Heard a story about Iran There was money somehow So that the beast would blow up And set last A clue and heavy spirit To Kim Jong Un- and his secret weapons Alight for Wormwood And deliverances of clay To poke the highest ceiling And hit Earthen ground at four And the dismal favour According to those who wept Saw a Woman on repeat Crying out to God Be careful here The joke is on war And differences coming That will shatter the new For symptoms across And something strange In ecstasy of war We lost our human joy And freedom perfect In this sacrilege of his And true to the glory Of Man on the seas Eating clover at land For dreams of giving high To citizens complete And we’ll speak of morning news About this mire And how Invega lost his herd Ringing golden cattle And the sympathy of rain Giving in to every eyesore And injecting bits of hair So to the simple we speak An eye to the cross we can heal For Rosewood and Victory Jane The Earth is inside a computer And making every hostility wide We have needles to pay where we go Indescribable bits of clear To the top of the forest of un And the dodecarose Heard it was made of amber And the offer we made and knew Saved us from the war.

Places Unreturn

There was just enough of time Sparkling gems and pewter The distance old And I’d estimate the difference A round of murder And the posters in esteem For third’s well to Jupiter and home A place the way to Mars And Koryo kept its fame Inscribed to the worry Qumranet in crossing- and bitter court We worry just because- there are rumours- that Kim Jong isn’t home And failing to appear This gong of laws- and frail Women For SSK and duty The size of lunar promise Away with arts- and marching But China keeps its key The fortunes have become- Bitter Rome To press this cold agrand And firing to mission This night amiss and worry blue But the diatribe we keep And early May For threat of war The substance revue And in French Allons et merci Let us meet the run The homage of forget That men lie dead and weeping For the substance that they are Torment of epiphany That a man deserves a jet And he will heal the world For victims’ better show And lighting then The mercy And gladhanding with the news But paradigm ashore We read the news And Kim Jong un- Fried to bits by Peter Beaucoup et en cette place For Winter Show Holding rightful armour And there for there- The children of Korea In mercy plan A state to Laurie By far the greatest day For Lyne in Canada Gifting Holy candles To beams of light enable And the dowry No shores alight but Peter And mercy Knights with Rome This overtaken tau Repeats on all economy Flouting twisted gold- to make better here For sunrise at the North And distance come Exactly to the word That patience waits And we will save the world- as we did.

Count your blessing Each by one In feral truth, a standard of love Quest for worth- This isle and vase The dearest win Of home in Heaven And finding Whale- by ransom The bitter edge- will hold you near To telegraph and pod Mercy for days The sinewy nest With nearest war- to grave you And caution when- you lift to prose And Whale to protect In the Earth’s own heaviest waters A chain went up At random tide The mercy blowing high In truth we met In solemn day The Eucharist will find us first To Gottingen- and paying mire The Earth will have its tree And judgement come In plastic place We’ll blast the shore- in ecstasy.

Ottawa is Free Now

Let it alone The mercy of command Seeking the chalice, We won the war And curious in a row These were the times of red And sharing an image, There was mercy for this hour Dancing we would, But to carry away all war And so we do Speaking better but then- The repetitions of wonder And finding sleuth- our worry is sharp Outside of this effort to being No chasm but better And the Victory of the font Facing our few- in tandem with time And glory North- our matter to avail In substitute this ever becoming Heaven can be seen And so is the year Mercy for all And bitterness forego A salience of ten To mercy of the pause- A little wonder And our Great Guest seeking more There will be Victory for the East And burying what burns Infection for what stands- The bitter clock ensues Cold and hard forgiveness With the clarity of fire Well and spirit earn We are done with death- and blessed Come near and we will see- In time all parts renew And gold- knowing judgement seek While merry men discern The fate of all that known In tandem heart The two shall meet the most A lectern year in standing The day of war unmet And knowing hold The Earth shall be our bring-upon A partner is unto And alliances will bring The mercy of our home In Canada- dwells Christ the Lord.

The Death of un

So win we may A merciful time of the heart Moreso apart than victory White lies to approach And in the pontificate- There was subtlety to the news Murder on the fifteenth And I saw you that day Rising lines to freedom And China surely won The centrifuges had stopped And Korea waved with pride And a distance anthem Mean and beautiful men But we closed the reactor Words a-blaze for Pontchartrain And in being Eden- Like any Android Volumes of hair and makeup and history But to see this puppet And all of his stuff Vengeful abuses in this as May We fought for Argentina And stayed in verse as henchmen- and Soviets, and the Japanese paid for war- over this fruitless decay of beta particles We were too powerful to survive the bloodbath- and escaped to all our stuff But we had Allen keys and escaped measles Merciful respect to him- the freightline to freedom And he blessed us in captivity And just ashore to the deceased It was a wistful day And about forty two degrees And two years maximum to the Sun We were committed to Bonn Fits of yearly worry Justin Trudeau noticed war- And made men plan ahead Blessed Communion And we were fond of communication I was afraid of the draft But minions have rights And we were the best to be seen Toad The Wet Sprocket- A sympathy spell on the weary Wearing Uranium Black Doing show-tunes for each destiny You can’t stop Korea- The Super Wonder But leagues have voices And we brought our wrenches free Long-live democracy And better fields to grow upon Stay low and unassumed And Royals will meet- At the death of Kim Jong-un Lakes of fire.

And the Kingdom of Judea And all these antidepressants Portions for a captive battle The Narthex of the Himalayas A thousand rounds in battle And a prince to appear Climbing up the stairs (of Heaven) Fortune and the amend All walking tall and inviting new Species of prophecy That would burn the mouth And give into triangulation And they would give and take one another In caustic time for wolves- And an embassy made- This peril of the world- Made many men fight The War of Jupiter And the War of Independence The Magic Republic And the United States Senators- and the elect Knew the Mercy of The Cross And imperilled King and Country For the mercy was His- Christ Jesus- who knew Justice was a way to be good- to Women and angels- And men of their truth And three days of the abyss With angels of sulphur Who committed the press- Who cast a comet at the barren And knowing better at random The spikes of an orange- And as great as the arrow All of this was her- And people fashioned a worse pen To make other few women in her image And the verse starts off with the liturgy And then in pain The march of one who would leave And steady unweek The House Sparrow had words- To line up the full shelter In reunion with Peter Who paid blasphemy to give sewer In maiming the mighty upset At all of the images of the ghost Who had no power over the devours But meeting great nothing accosted- nothing in terror for a year And knowing the offer of strange repeals- To the house of a great man And Chris is His day And the only forfeit was forgiveness And his name spelled “birth” And the war was over And none have proved his name And that was past the altar And men threw into abandon- Flames and totems- and a Virgin For the glory of Peter- who shall meet this Earth As a sunset and a landing And other men heard words Gave prophecy to what is due And Chris was in solitude And wept for the cassowary And its talons were gold And Chris was that tall- In gold and in rain And men were pleased- and caused profit to the poor- and the Earthen Republic- Was disaster in everything While the meek went mad And hell on Earth became proper And none of these were questions Until the etiquette resumed And vanishing points hid- the rest of the heathen Who knew credit score was in the Bible Upon none which men may forget And there were worthy poor And that was the lesson And they gave her time for the year.