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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 Standing Grace (Labour Love and True)

The silver heart warms And it is hers Lights of Devon in May Bits of the golden brown And Sunny in May A torchlight in this repeal Breaking art the random In this remark And his, on day four And Olivet then Two of Earth in his watch The glitter upon our risen fear Nine to deck and cavalry Edges of soft peat And weary of the blue At Sun in the nineties And where return, the horse is me And I am rain for nightsradar Sympathy to knight in her keep Days of war to Ghent And living ran her My love and story Nights for gold but then, A vicious smell Collapsing hand repeal On this day they win And killed my soul I miss her neck in my caress

And beauty was brief I lost her whale and then her sea Us in Heaven- would wait as much in slip In search for why, why the truth- had given us this road And plainly pathed What voice togetherness And sympathy for my partner Less than salt Iron clues in this gear of Wallace And each sympathy by day We lost our call to heed This random knife in her For low to light and Austria Vertigal for this hour The most high hand And into common, our love this held Repeating war by night And the common loon was man And this old of what was In day of poor and peace The bell of Arthur; end day And nights on time But better of I think about her She goes forever,- in the verse that I am And fading bleed Til oats call And Victory Day My white pet in Heaven All forces clear I am a man- at war for seven.

Also From Dark Skies

A plain and daily Rome Thoughts of rue and the subs A day for heavy news Thanksgiving at the altar

Six men in Jericho- and nine islands in jeopardy The worst is the storm And the seeming fact to be square

Life in failure and I know The balloon meant death And I was truly cherished by my skull A year can avoid this disco So let’s be clear I started this war

Summons of difficult rhyme And the aftermath of true travail Nuts to be sailing out West And time in South for the epicure It was night and day in Eden- a blissful story

And the youth- Who sonically cared of the empty port I was alone in space And there was dying but no seasickness Thoughts to amend these few A simple ready and Earth ensued

And for that terrible evening I was frightened as the tailing men It beats no difficult test But in suppose-mode, I was clear

And Winter gave day Times would cry for the lectern Sympathy owns no esteem And the frightened rat that I am came to war

So this is the above And providence rain I have a herd for you And I heard you were stellar Mixed grass and the remains of truth I would double back on your fence

No to the deer in your hut It isn’t you but time will breathe We will set off when we can spare of trouble It was the Maliseet who stopped the war.

Riv’

Shining shore aseen To the River and the lake Vineyard here Apostles May And shining truth,- river bright And gorge of green and clear Solemn twine and May for horse To Baddeck and in its column A substance of my own This shining glass And Surface Wine For one and tattle,- Justice me And solemn return To my River

And in this Country land Crossed to solemn to give by For fortunes new And unto Rowan Playing well On British pass In Earnest Wine Going rouse To free at land

And where’s the Sun But fortune mine And in this Water Called the River home And back to Sea In daying form Into the heard In ev’ry way To intertwine By Labrador And seeing pret

In juxtapose These river forms And biggened ruse By time and wet And prayer in Cross To cease in Carol Growing old Un time beneath That happenstand For filling brim In Country thirst And to its court-, this shining New

For under glass Their Winter eyes And Sunny May Chicago Green That one in vise The day is free- For bits of Water And under me.

Ru-Night (pt. 1)

For the stolen conscience And the justice of goods No trip to this affair Could study the relieved A good and Heaven friend Untold of the steady Winter To pay all the summons That were dictated by fear To forgovern this freedom And while stuck to the lazy chords Given this cycle That folded all Rome And in giving to the Android Where summons were high The nights are heavensent When we knew what to expect Like rain by appeal And Molotovs from the East There and giving war Now to the South at hand And trial for Putin’s Mother Russia When the Swedes decided there was war And simple excuses by Sunday Off to the Philippines And to purchase what is right Meaning Sunday- Great Heaven And Trump will unfold And greet the Ocular Fantastic And in this family of provocateurs Mystery to great Heaven Queen of the Suburbs South and South of Wales While we bless Antarctica and retain all our Summer will The fortress of portends Is making sure all of this power Jinxes in Rome To tell what is horribly true But then the Senate of true forms in Italy And a provocation of ten

Forswearing in October That the eye is merely here It was Michael’s great gift That had won and then spun a star CIA please renew The steady hand of an American deal We are sweet and we speak for the proud Henchmen of Saudi Arabia Return to the foreign cue And have high rights on foreign time To do justice to oil Which is time to turn off the tap And seeing this deep justice coming We decided it was mayhem to Labrador And to all of this coup In Russia which is not elect Trump has made no decision But to play with his passing time

In the gestalt of this ability Russia is on its knees To the last of Great Heaven Canada and Rome afar

And in the ninest Speaking to the parallel Ever seen to jump enemy For lands to hold and the foreign man Like sympathy for the suffering And nights to Ron and you The gifts of time in Heaven For World Peace begins with you.

Three

In days of Glenn,- there was mercy in tone And hearts of red- to get us here For one man,- agreed asunder That war awaits- in lands of thirst To halt the peace process In days to be

Island lines In greater being The Russian ruble- is part of A The distance gnome And glory for our war This Finnish speaking- will get us here

And looking lonely- by fireside in jail The spokes of Rome- would interject And then there were twelve By great premonitions To cease the whale- that stalled the Cross

And bitter cubes- to know a Washington,- jade in force To speak if all And tidy wonder For poets’ car The lines of Armagh- are broken line And cease to boredom- as just the Dane

In bearing labour We trust in heart Inceppant wind- to carry war But not like this In camber fire To speak of dead things And pros. for ten— The May of mine And disrepeat For lines to know The Irving missing And paid respects- to autodead The syncretic void— And that night of view In making promise The war would stop And interject The pollen fight- for ever June And sighting gold To story war

Nights foretold The end of fear In distant miles Of sobriquet Faith- and time And rod rebuke The bitter fast If thinking verse And tiny droplets To spray in jest A broken thunder In Epson, Maine

And to New Zealand A spire to grow The solace Wedn In plaintive Wight The stars and men And war and dangle The spinning carrots To faster learn

Nights be glad For forfeiture Palace unnerved In tales we drew The mighty dress In each and bold Nights are all And hands do fold.

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.

King William

And so with great eye The living truth and cousin Upon which we return To the need of the early And ready for a crown In good call to the Army And liking to kin The semblance of peace For which to rain and seen The likeness of a war And would forswear The difficult in height For Heaven and relief That nights of wonder Do fit His Majesty Eden at hidden wonder And to the call- Boleyn The final wisdom night And here in Winter,- sudden belief of passerby And often on the call That Nature hides in ruin For this we told Was calling from above At prayer and to the altar Simply of sight And giving breath to worship That nights portend and bless A river of prayer And making scene to call That mystery did renew Timing fold and day of abolition To all in force as him in gold This day in force For the early call in tribe For Opposites to know The sight of fury And able few- God, raise our King- to unaccuse and unadore- Refrains of predilection And mercy hope In truth to this in question The nights remain And launching for our cause That we be well For chances in esteem Toward our mend And blessing those that be Of Hope in this assistance And rising in esteem To cue the Wonder Of God and Man And mercy has its day To common fold in hand The likeness near God Save The King!

Earthen

We wrecked the shallow to our knees And ended ends to Rutherford Our very dew In Stratham tide to glory The sight of he- Our witness one and rod in scything fear Little packets by the coast And birds for making end Masks of pre-term tension Recorded lies and chopper here Made out West deliver In conquer then Up to speed, the works of fateless guest And in arrive, a man To make up for our throes A tiny nest for dawn People hand to work, and then Tiny bits of war to her Our sister-cousin Days within my country And growing here,- our feast to then The worker of his rut Deliverance of Peter Of soap and brass deliver The dust of many few And three and six bits environmental Surveillance was enough but what a shame Broken hearts on repeat, and faithful to a sky For seas and then- Broken hands to property Fortunes made and gone To earthen men Ports in prose in memory The slightest news was every war And people kept on washing The ailient news When will live again our spouse Today made new But only then because A history of forever- In faithful lesson, rain But in toward the cloth of death This worry that a day for mourning her Aching dawn With supplitude at bay Pails and bowls and suffer Upon this rock pretend That verdant white is new But shoals take sea And offered to our lake- The one in tragedy at very twelve Sins of unredemption and the poorest Victory was our star And gone to place The Earth will set its sun And random spots of tar and there Fritterances, convoy Paid to be complete And every line for single draw We knew at well that this would be our over And made of cleft The empty, verdant last Who called a few in time Our Earthen year- witness to the death and hating June And spiralled knees We fought and delivered cancer This year of in defeat and what we were And glory then the nights attached In every failed war, a light And gobs of Maine deliver The promise of the dead to offer more And then we join But packs of May to warehouse And man gladhanded washing And the break for new who saw Every poet light upon this Earth and waking brow Verdance of the year to Sunday pall The Earth return in right To call us back in line That if we were salt And eating rain And soaking everything Apostles be our mode The history of love and pipeline war The Essenes then A victory was today and say it is The lines of black may follow- Our time-delivered hearts And yesterday for grab, this film is off to wear and tragic Earth The night will be all rain and tending war Victory to this vast asleep, acceptance And to day of unapostle but to tributary Mistakes in even hidden To bless our war-soaked cove And living empty hearts to us askew This was our war And our asking And our regret In places known.

Sullen Win

And on this day we will Flighting aware in rise The simple of hand and ecstasy Fortunes of year And times to know and be redeemed The different forms of day And nights of the amend All that was is still welcome And everything now is vast to know Burlington strength in those we see Pensions for our own and then This country of his will- The penny stops in literal Blinding but not unlike With mustering code Stops of road to hillcrest Nights of no pain and high North The planet we seed is aware A plane to craze you And capture all amends To cure and forthright Diamonds at the envy Limit to our cause Six deletions of all war And betting on that we are peace A fantom paralegal And evidence subsist Our demand in starglow Portions freer and in demand What kept busy is two for the isle In citizen wonder and no collect The different wonder as our way Our stations in state Little bits of blight to wean That capture all of ten Carling’s most and can The able will meet And rise all men For then to have this play And as we are, manifest in field The Heavens befriend us And meeting Christ on our path The year can wait- four seconds more To bliss and the early rise Mayhem for our shore- if only drifted much The heart in early joy And therefore long Night’s befriend And blushing as before Hue to our labour And marking code Money to the filling World And all this window of Hers- Continuous and fair ploy Of speed and early chance We meet the other neighbour- across his sole reaction That there is no enemy in this house And treasure near For unto you,- I offer you my hand Lifting rise Beyond the early rise But four days in plight Testing the age to know- that time is on our map And may be, the greatest hue.