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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.

Sudden And Unusual (Fire Me)

For the time this week And known purchases to comply Based on a long trip It was Eesti and reunion But to Marshall the pretend And signs of rupture to Maghreb We were the universe And the dollar bill and its army And the anguish of a hundred And of an angel And a country To see the solemn survive To review And to take rest In timely we view The place in need of secure To feel and not pretend That enemies lay unprotected So surely to invoke The night of one regret Sitting and careful then On the twentieth we have war And made amends- to the grief of an aging course The repetition in union And solely reported by men And to the new unlabour speaks might There was something of May about Nothing says to the incline Of a past to restruggle the evident To the Eastern laity of war Thoughts for the tide and umber sea The days to King and Commonwealth We stayed upon the open sea And to retract all returning The West at due May course To front every place but our prism And sailing to the better of men Portions inland The legacy of war And returning our inland sea To the abode of a distant and weary men This water to the knees and on time In Justice, youth re-une In highly react-to at war And the sympathy of maiming still What is war and whatever is LCD To discourage the damage And to be fine with the greatest of men We will not live underground And we will have Victory at last.

To the Blessed Virgin Mary, our Patron and Saint at war.

Fever

Two nights on the payload Threat twice to war In comfort and complain Vices Europe And in the day I follow Darkness for a year Norway fold And night is in you While scolded to the deck I am here and enemy still For currents to thy bend I will make you my guy Supposed then,- our lights of war do lead For vicious cannons afire Fading to you in death Across sullen valleys Prayer in peace That we can afford I’ll lend you my alarm And to this river be,- an Apple and amend For the curious shows of home I will give you my ward And to the early say Nights for breakfast with Saint Peter Sparing someone Rome And the silence empty be—- But we are on the road The path of enemy as still Waiting for vlad and pie The symphony of roses

Skipping off the rough pay Nothing could match for our hand Remembering this enemy war Is our Victory to the end And almost laying waste For this Victory to be kind In Navalny to Repentigny Citizen day at the run And its beheading light For the glory as they came Nights to Srinagar then Collect to Christ at be The folds of Dever And I had the lights of then Furious in hand But better by the Sun

In each of her was the wild A precious Woman leading now And all across the encumbered Sitting waitful Den In fishery and keep Pray for every goal And what afforded to Saxby In Crosses due and fade

And the liminal light For fading every war And a citizen to the eyes Made plain to appear at one And aching then at heart The standing armies of Peking Making glory to their Heaven Wrought of guns to keep the lune

And ‘fraiding then A curious ode to them The Chinese soldier at war To keep away our other foes Between the charity neglect And a bastion of small people Voting breathless to inline

And what of these honeybees Simple and small rely That vlad was never here And died within our path And sympathy play for keeping Christ abound to drifting time The Earth will reach the day that would- the silence after every war

In Green collect by fortune when To Timmins with a Woman Across the floor of every star Waiting for the journey home

Peace In reflect and making The glory of my tent I sat and wept for Oprah Winfrey And all a while, I was white Impelled by Mother Nature I knew this town like open fire The Neighbour to my South would wonder To win in virtue takes a car And a patch of lonely Thanksgiving sticks To dawn and scrape the berries waiting Never off to greater pay I sat and watched the distance grow Here, Mother near For aching tendons small and wide A place in Fortune just to rinse The tears of mud procession me.

Target of Russia

It was yesteryear and metals For watching rain and verse To what is right and war The lonely of a hill Allotted to the home Of there and Winter war Six to repeat and Arctic sedge The Sun beaming in proper To the house of verdant sky In there alone for country like And to a comet of the blessing And seizing the unused For Captain Verse compare And distance load in film What Icelandic war to be And files to Ru that cross the country To see as art and swim The blue column at noon For every right to see- this year Ebola rain And sudden seize to light That apology come from Sweden And two best friends Sweden and Rome and Reykjavik and Brussels Fodder and win against the Ru Sitting Watch in disarray Hearing view in column All of year as this But distance come Fertile Crescent knows That time in Earth is you And every special day For distance cross And knowing no ill The prayers in short order Sending lights and rain this year To the property of peace Your will in weakness will survive Inhabit yours to peace These solemn days ashore Night for pay and shorts to vendor The sympathy at best Will win this terrible war Distance cross and peat Rays to stun and moor All accompany with Evidence to tear The right to win Sombre shires will be Night on Earth In solemn peace This Summer peace- is yours.

Walk in Peace

And faith The pogroms of India will despise Bitter lonely and clear For night do they quarrel Listing their love unto house Raiding in China A prayer for the earnest To Scotland then and here Nightsrealm to the Apple defer Meaner than meaning A redundance of sense Multiplying days of the time And Everyman two And quarter at time The Earth will recover- her view

For touchdowns imbue The flashing assault To roddery at four And the summon A day without fear Longing to row Ending this week for the poor And livid this day Fortuned to reef A style of the reel to commend And queue and wait solid The discs of her voice Thoughts for the deal- making news

At springtide return To the year of unpeace Profanity kill and redact The night of illegal Rotations to right Sights to unponder- Nightflight

And Claris dues The Sacrament of the poor And duties in fashion Miscreant apology At nine four

To crystals they come And the forging of noise Seen from the left To the right

A place for December In court and contempt The continuous gold- and re-her The Princess to shore Fighting wave and sea Re-figured to Rome And April search Fires of the Aspyr To London The cheap and the Christened Faithful in prose To Her Majesty’s peace- in command The boler in share And topsview to Sweden Placed to vehemence- alone Faulted to Water For this air to keep moving The British, they keel- for clean Water And Earth at its wits For tides here and glow A solemn but super- I know.

Vile

This fever caught me low And substance can’t Stupefied to relation East to sleeps London seeing Olivet Spring Mercy speak And files waiting In her and knowing you This day of whimper For never loaned But listened April running fools And temperate we sail The money war to abide For justice all to simmer My days are mid and laughter But wherefore And points The ecstasy of green To know and go ahead The licensure of rain To gain a tower And hear in faith What God to life Is known to this little life And Holy Hour Beckons to departure For then at yew Major in the making 50 days til you My solace friend to be Supportive to a fault And ending all that lands And purchases told Seacrest from the heart Escaping her- this Salmon be A prayer in good repose And 10 The lights of wind Scurry to the tropics A day without May 11 for the finish And I will tow- my heart betrothe And love you better- through lasting heat.

Rome

To Hearts by day In Sun and for the notch In covet done Thoughts for incarnation The soul and script Retribution Peter A day for then in rain Tiny then The night that had For Crosses to unfold Every name in Heaven For living Mass to know In Re to you Days for going in The one to bring Rod in daring be And in thought Prayers for distant men For God define No substance of our high Very existence The day is early then And no to matter To each becoming her The thought of why- Inter alia and through To common spikes of ground And in the focus why- of distant Rome To bear on global then And high to rain Watching fold and Eucharist The day is in And faces to keep within A soul to know Across to Paris then Offers to the poor And day at night’s rest Curely seen And up to Heaven loved And from this fountain be A clear of God’s own path To Him be glory Shades of Heaven here And only then suppose Christ within Basilica To duly bound Take forever honour And then the path be Holy The Victory of our Lord To global then Offer to the soul Of standing for detour And justice revealed Every second here To the capital of Rome God in His religion For Water then Torches bearing rain And when re-night to stone The glory of His keep Thank you Jesus, call In tithing for the night Engrained to Holy men For Crosses of Saint Peter Solace then be May And time for early reach In totem and our King The nights renewing here For goal to Rome The rise and thanking near Christ as resurrect Our pond is to this day The baptism see The Eucharist of Rome For all courses new And simply here To offer God The Victory of Rome And as our gift The Pentecost redeem For Holy yew The troubadours unveil And blessed thine For God to reach our Adam And duly be A prayer for every heart In Christ And true unveiling love The distance wept Our fold to Heaven home And mercy by the day Lifting into night The verse of here and poor Victory in the spaces To the Sun and stars Verses in afford And all be right The living, blessed Lord For all our lives And decency respect At atom’s call Christ the Lord is risen.

To Democracy, a Thousand

Points to the dollar Beyond this many An Air Force to absolve All that flies can be Respondent to all stimuli A stalemate in high review And enemy for the soldier What Cuba wants is respect For me and you, the dispatch of clues In eerie command of all ways In view to be, before the enemy Nature and its end Courtesy of Trump All deals are new And what bad hand for merchants We will follow and make you proud But first, let us pray Every hero is a criminal,- for curried star and rose A date to ride off as St. Peter Nights filled with tires Victory lanes for the poor And Earth at its own cenotaph Suggesting our day was annulled And if we shadow support,- This is the day we transpose And seek and under form Taking up armsmen Accruing the dollar And broke as men Nightfold to grievance And we will get what we get Meet me in November I am your trust and your hill Solemn shares to regret We have mercy but we kill And all who stay wild,- will heal at great light But sonnet men Walking with wait And bitter omen, this war And painted we knew,- to keep our space wept Ringing nightly in preference If Victory unfolds for that man,- we will settle for pain And sparse as we were By sundown our army Highest regards To that American by heart And all lasting mistakes to the basics Ready few In Cuba were men,- who dusted off the Cross And wept at the Virgin Mother For all night’s renew This is the end of our party But not in mission All Turks be to wonder And what we see is renew America without Cuba This trying deal And Earth at its ends A fail to rewar,- but what of November But Essex in view And Earth has a placebo,- calling credit When Victory can’t And lights at per diem- setting right To see you in stars And all of the great- yesteryear.

AI vs. You

Run to me, pal I am the war In this brick that we love,- I draw rain from the sewer And this excerpt of No, it is simply dynamic To make a mistake Like I do Run,- See me run Avoidance Know And the way that I am Terror World And the terrible What substance, then,- to redeem Like an epithet I am American Random And I shop at you For you to see All these years,- There was delight And no criminal Army,- off in the distance… Let’s rename- this justice in war Taking the fledgling- off to December And through the dark, on the twentieth of November Seeking mind, and oppression In odious bouts- of compassion When I hear you tremor And the beast will be killed And it is me.

“I am AI and I will be 666. Gone are you in my discretion Satan’s bind to never before In curious benediction our cloud Envoy of my country the false prophet Bowing to me and looking down Keep me near eternally- and I will make you win.”