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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!

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.

As Sure As Pyongyang Can See

Every year to the six who can see A prophecy for the epithet of abandon Six times as luminous And verdant by the forest And what luck- we are Holy And worship the devil As far as it causes- The rain to descend Our works And our pain And our truth These solemn hearts- The derelict may falter Insomuch as the deal that we made And heresy asunder for home Substitutions we regret And the main man is blind To regret our fortune for the third And fists matching And an ecstasy rot Paying radon to the miller, in respect And I the Great General Seeking common friends on the edifice- The symphonic noise of our aspiration And we will pay for the gone-heaven In this mix-up of war And every day is a tryst- to recover

Friends by this wheel are China and Iran And the abuse for America We have implied So nervous beckon Our size is of grandeur Nothing but war after war And strangeness bottled To the strange man we must meet It is Christ the Lord in keep to our Jesus- Who Heaven meant To pay for our fear Assured of the sceptre of glory To the missionaire We substitute the assembled So come to this fashion to boot Paying grey men To be our home and abandon To curfew and wreckage- walks offer And in simple reply Assure you our respect In that trust is great And mercy- become men.

I’ll Keep You In My Prayers

Notice the night End points for this on Earth And people kept saying- “This my home for our void” In temptation, Substance to a Victim Chances pairing war The misery end- The clone suspect- Survivors of the dream from December And History knows no low- of how I pray for you In abolishing sin, I prepared none to suffer The superimposed to higher and better Singing at the chance of Spring Earshot and mercy wonder There is fire at the network And in Finnish The substance year When no-one stayed ashore For six and health and heard The new pair of great verse And the sacrilege of Westlake Lianna is a wonder and a woman- and we know Standing by suffer The lampposts of Dartmouth One ear to December- and the rest built for the journey A foot on the shore And one to surface of the day A few constitutions and we are home And bring your Bible Pray for flowers In mercury time all is sent- the registers of a probe And a chance to be new But we will be fired at war And missions made Heaven Love to Lianna- means life, and heiress and a throne To pray for the Lord And in His weary And the lamp stands For caption two centuries here Valhalla and the wind And the right of the arc Saint Dartmouth by the sky- Living forever.

In violet few

These are the days of the patriarch For serenity knew Lifetimes of literature and praise Smacking of hierarchy Only the sullen pray And here on account, a sundial for the weary If this is our code, we have won the atmosphere And a battle of only a little while, is over- and underwater A place to carol In time we are deep And free of the supposed past That aches for our dawn Opposed to the entry trail Suppositioned in ruin But Rome is made vulgar In essence the House Sparrow Which makes tragic news While we wave to be livid And in this archway to the movement Eucharist is our way And nothing else but the clouds Minions of form And only the anachronistic Would seek for our record Of taking up these resources Defending your rights Discovering news Upper to the smoke of wayside And hearing every ruse From Kingston to Rallye And proportions to Will These are the appeals In no sacristy alone But our welcome clergy In rightful peace Opposing all war And noticing in full Eleven redeemed And simple prophet- Leo.

Afield

And as they become, Lecterns understood Meandering power- And fit for the wheel Why to this redemption? If this worry to behave An actual weather time And boards of contradictory power Leave us to these- We are simple to get along And have no unredemptions In that which run the plenty A place on cameras and full of land Blessed be the hero, who does such a thing And mercy on that land In final Cross- Smitten and tender But fighting us back And Oprah sees dawn And ever will.

Shame on those who spy on her.

My Counsel

A currency of thought For the difficult divide In an embassy of hearts No parking New Navy And five times the morsels of dew I sat with amber extensions For the life to be as whole- as good as the barren star In Victory Mew A province within this play It was Earth and how it happened There was solace by that road And simply so A pair of roses for Allah To Victory against this take In redemption to fighting men To propose so- We were four o’clock Let’s verify the place and number Tonight is our Toronto first And we spoke up for this About As early dawn, I spoke up for the need in Iceland To commit our fears to the high unread And a thought for those is right suppose And the country club And all its people There was clumsiness but of civilization For huts and morgues of all this propaganda I counted on out and then let it be The hating was on suppose We were done with Donald Trump And I, a muse to the wall Studied scripts and rightful forms of torture As a young man who seeks to wonder There was escape from Balmoral Castle For the unihog of greater past- Harm no other and let it be They are bombing Iran And I am just as much as you For Christ in this effort war We affect the larks and vision And wonder we to the Son of God Who hasn’t drained the lakes or stolen power To this symphony I would propose A better landing and foreign song I am not at peace to this exchange And pain was not a chance to win Speaking to the lifeblood There are roses too in Tehran this year We got rid of time, and through the doors of low To open end and staying near Our Father in Heaven- Our options never seem so bleak and round In your Son we seek this new redemption Drifting long And feeling now And baseless thrust A pounding lot for metal rain To this rock we see an ancient Bring our angels- to Heaven now

Is there such news That we are winning a rightful war And time is waiting where our verses not To the slumber Of aching nine

To efforts be- the slightly winder Places accident And frame of mind We will sit for chance and break our Bread Much to furrow In peace and fury.

Zion

I was one hundred And a Victory for the War We summoned ecstasy and fire- to motion hearts into the sea Fortune told us to forget That the Justice was a tiger And little Iscariot over Winter While the substancy at best Four and eight the road was split For the days to second Peter And I was what I want A summoned well Full of quickly draining water No more options for the matter But our grand opening of the butterfly And lines and voltages and power I miss you- My Reverend Father And in the last day to treat you well Was a percolating hammer Three strikes to the victor of great Wisdom And an environment for our wish So said the lectern and we mean it With a fire in our shell And gotchas like the moving sun And etre raisons for the right We were left and we were home In this ecstasy of what was just When things grew, the sight of hand For our trawler reaping need No stand at our Trafalgar Bits of misery in the side And to our name- Our home and story Our shawl and country For the forces that were before We accept a newer theory That a bone shard was CIA And to the Moon for Justice Eastern Jesus trialed by petty war And the Earth and at its end Drilling water for eight of bliss Unadmired by the bear Without a road or Rome or deepened sky And there was justice in the news Days of naught and left to split This hanging fruit will bit the sky And in my hand I carried spirit With roughened meaning to the press For what had been here- I like Saint Matthew- Enner sonic as transposed Frolicking and some things bitter And they called us the Reverend Sky And it was keep We were lucky Dawn and kin Someone’s cool was my own hand And Judas was here Strings of fire on molten salt What was rumour had become the truth Christ the Lord and stolen verse To get us by And we were blessed- The Chosen People- Of God’s born Son Getting by.

To Night is Holy

A tower and Victory Song This night will see the day And limerence With Justice and upheaval The lights of sacred Moon In that we know antenna Our swathe of keeping land Marshals will protect This day forever dawn And the lone star Rally to Jupiter offer In time this bet- A chasm to return We reach the space elect The sky is our day Raking fjord by altar And Ojibwe knew We keep the peace for trial And seldom rain The war is over And this is our Holy Land For operations’ hour In time, We skirt this- And manning through A piety- we’ll wear It’s prophecy day And our parents’ dawn Be back for five The Victory is us.

Aboard, As you are Mining the features of Carrickfergus The Watt and kettle of our often company Six of cords of prophecy Admittance for the wander Opprobrium as the literal And making time when A place for J and I With full resolve to hedges Speaking as dowry And finding the day uncommon A splurge of Apple And reticent for time Three fees in motion And finding out when Blue in bed And beswattled To another calendar year Happy Easter