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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!

Kim

A place of the known And two years- less the beautiful An Eastern lectern With one vision to the moat And one World One destination To sigh at the visit of dawn And hearing the news That Asia is in debt But surely not- the Kims Who maimed this country Without saying sorry Choosing you- In time, to children- And you will know They woke up at ten In Summer Pyongyang For mercury down And the sorely Chinese neighbour Institution of the damned A wall is waiting- in whose value net But making arrondisements Simple share for West Nova.

This army is new And spectacular to the current And was a site of the very success That hanged the CIA- for Dublin But as war’s promise The mystery of English And this French-Canadian Americanism Which extolled all virtue To put an end to this man- Kim nam Afference of God And destined to destiny To destroy the deceased Even rain- That made us richer- Is getting a new look In captive trash To resume beheading for the largemouth In China’s biggest clothes workshop Sending to Iron Bay And worth a second look The CIA-China empathy unclothed And psychic baloney for the paranormal Intelligent money For actions against democracy Again and again Especially on Election Day Elizabeth May knows And so does everyone in distress Who saw life design of different Before the TikTok scare Before Sinicization and the year But unbefore- And poor now Tiananmen Square.

For the secret way of making news Then ratcheting dawn One bullet to the face In the China of Beijing Ruining everything but reality In Xinjiang- Maybe a camera or two In spite of saying something And Xi is unafraid And refuses to smile Every day Except in the eighties When Pyongyang shuffled.

In third esteem, I watched for the return of wilderness A few short years And gone But war was not- I repeat- is not Worse than North Korea jail And in all of the foes Like the London caress And the harvesting of men- There are heroes And it is time To right the sore story Of making a deal For Kim Jong Un And privacy rights- for else.

Supercrastic, while I Braille at noon And am still terrified Of Lions and Tigers and China Where forces cannot And seemed can’t To let everyone vote As informed people prefer.

Kim is afraid And has land here Searing days behind a terror cloud Where Spain would not go- And in error as May The suffering of sufferings Pyongyang is only dawn But seems afraid of Canada And secretly knows the amount- A wreckage for the Times Who escaped what we are- Which is Canadian Where tragedy is for viewing To the maximum of spirit And mean men may go- As I have- To bonnet well And be rid of rhyme And the aftermath of distray While hunting Linux and the affair And working on a star Made of Apple [Computer] Who did not censor me Despite what could In such this time And I am not- from Prison Planet.

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I used to be the Soviet,- and I, Vladimir Putin,- chose to pull the trigger To make copy and remain I ran the lawless institute There were never rations to the poor Or us to them Entrusted, used We broke away from freedom And knee-jerks to her scar,- I stayed between the heavens And solvent tide My friend is my enemy For dissolutions and powerful associates,- we read the stunning news And guilted up early Without prose or play,- we were what we were looking for Isn’t it time to make a citizen’s arrest The double of inaction hated you And this in time- I was caught between the government and a hard lens Promises to power,- We had licentious Rome And fear of containment- within our system But I ran the country, first and last Tonight I am your home and budget Everything for war and parking men Absconded to Iran with fate I sit in a parked car,- and I can hear my mission’s debt Forty years of Ron assumption And I dissipated war Soviet salute The days of up and when are spies Victory in New York We’ll settle in rain.

Do you love me, Charlottetown? In utterance receipt The doors and paths November A Scion to the near And subtle hearts December For the weary in the World I am ceding darkness To clarity on my path And forded towns of wisdom To find the common whale And in her, Earth In high regard to tale And Scotsman blow intercept The praise into her path And we can swim The wild proportions would And in her part, the year And exiting to North And in that land, a silence Appraising dew And fifty moths of ward This electric conversation I fed the word and how you feel But other distance And to the best we keep, November Forest yew and red The socks anticipate her day And justice near For hell and rain And ten cords lumber- from the street and hill The worst was dying And tendered for the Ford Rightly reset to then And seeking Paris’ mouth An ease in curse If not for this and arrow’s land Behest they are And into promised depth A mercy hour And promise to the end That we are neither power nor war- But mercy and truth to pathways then A sin of war would do no good- but justice all To repeat solemn vision Spades of wine and ginger now The prophecy Jacinta’s In errancy a void And alcohol to all In promised ruin Of a hill called repentance To the places of esteem And cadding where The Austria in act And one reprise- of early to the day And shots in Rome Appealed to Heaven’s Earth In Pettigrew a stop To feeding Irving hand And war like this to tender As a victim has its rights And therefore whim- And war for threefore The silent end of freemasonry And mystery project That all the world is lucifer And pestle waiting For marjoram and cure The Justice will And will heal her rights For Blaine in court And no abandon queue The rightful judge- will quarantine the zero And a hint of war will suffer- Irving wrath and year But as to men decipher For the dying in the world And honest men advice Seek to them at ninety one And arks’ descend The bitter robe But there will be a witness- timeless giver of the sight For burden first To end the nuclear world In tiny winds to Eden Sun this way And range in court The ‘blitterance in case And iron mad It’s Ron who saw with her- The days ahead and known And holding up the rain For never more but void In seeking season The bittery gone November And life will be with chance A stocked up world And lightning sad And end forgivings A history at average And calling Seton The jets we saw In night escape them low A promised paradise For all who ven and while The awful truth of Dan In other stakes and counting Burn the hell to Irving And justice Rose To high Bombay And court of Ron To Lachlan here And nights unfit to enter This we won in pallor And debts to feel That railway to December Verdant press return This is ceaseless war intern And Rose will see the gold In silent hue and end For peace to Canada And Luther gone- but none in waiting The travesty of few For moral more and take And take what is left The error of the wood At Sunny Ways And making them More worry occupy To folds of greed intent The Sun is gift and say We pocket twerry then The peace at hand is Christ And courage you who know That nights beyond the seance Are Victory prepare And seething men- will know no art but times of sin In living memory to the courts And off to know We seek the able and the brief Anne Sydney be aware The shores of spin and ark resist Everyone will find you at this cost And one will marry Cloud The nights forlorn And seeking diamonds then A small regret In times about Oil is done- in solemn must And life will be as such Decurrent autarchy alone- is Irving Oil and its bare At high reune the lucifer of chains To that which grew in peaceful sin Forever friend to us, each fern And justice to that day We live in pain- to occupy as this and vale worry That life will be at her At Cross and forest rite And I alight, as Jeff- will speak to know if enemy prevail Will Winter straw And hem And fold And History, our gold.

Razorbell of The United

On Wednesday, it broke the war Lorries were few And in this time to be a hundred In Digdeguash was a strange happening There was afterthought for sure,- then came Republican hell And we were the last to be excited But that day exact,- and the President won Rights to reality And truth for A White Knight daily We had options and Austria- to make it forever This endless work for a country And the days were few and solemn In as sunny as redeem,- we waited as we walked And Hister for the nights- of Ochterlony Rays and lights to the terrace A different war and high society There was disbarren at right And one was a story for every soldier That witch who put my car on stilts And the dollar that slid to options I had the right to get out of here,- but there was no time And nothing, so said the butler And writing someone in the shield What was excessively boring,- for a friend And for the second reason,- I supposed we were sad and needed adjusting And out this door for time It was Union first,- and conversation with the city- which was pulsing rain at night Little bits of comfort- to buy, but that was a scramble This perfect time of year was our dowry And cheap men knew In Kananaskis was frailty The freedom of men to aspire But we were under attack- From the hands and their leaf A silent wisdom but a warning They were praying for the enemy, Which wasn’t you And in it the same Spikes and taps were treason And we would just avoid The second alarm at noon And I supposed nothing but to believe- That the radio was few And playing nothing but Zintar And choral music to soften- These days were The Sign, and I heard a big bang And it was oceanic And all that rain coming right by the equator And we had won the nuclear And we were combative But enemies were the suggestion- and not the story Everybody laughed at the system Which was right at first- but unsupposed We were wrongly suggested to- and kept markets from killing There was no giving Heaven- but to the stars And the radio that day- Was blight for UNIFOR And the undefined payments And their power And was Andrew And I was familiar with the communists How one company can be scary And we pressed pause in the lando And decided where we were buried And Christ had kept us alive,- til mid of June And at six in the afternoon We died because of disease And matters apparent-, to the unhigh And so goes the universe Created by God Winter of destiny Til death And reprimand And in my greatest assumption People had no plans Until they were spoken to And that was war And it made amends In this promised land.

Dedicated to Oprah Winfrey.

Heavenly Father

I am purchasing the dawn And no more rain Nor Earth in Water- as a substance to remain And I, the closing witness- as expression to our pain And belittle to existence I cried forever on this day And laid new tracks at enemy Grum For betrothed to anew I knew this copy wasn’t round Nor paranoid in filth But blessing every courage- and sound of the alarm- in every calf to behold We slipped upon our death For chrysalis and church,- But mercy called and our unfathom- crossed a billfold of every heart And why the sum of carry- ever North where water was And how about We just get off to Heaven where it was In dining maids of Windsor For this call to undo favour- but our part And in this query-people I’ll have amaranth and war To see the women so upset And torque to knowledge kept us new Upon our own new prism bow To forts and Union Jack to here benew And in the silence applause Our very spirits good To tame with verse Upon this space- and queried vine For Christ ahead- and very question to this rose That if I, the only one, did sleep- away the Winter that is unknown to receive- the precious star upon this Heaven- that I saw- where you were there And time repent that I was born To treasured land as where you were A many hands to just belie- our heads together many through Your light is here to join in they- our other brethren in esteem And we will walk away in light At Ventnor Crossing- and her stars The time remains until our distance- from the forest leg and curve And with these stars we will collapse Forever change- upon our knees.

Let My Heart Follow London

Let in tiding And as in time To fall away the log Let bright spirits- sit in her And do no disarray Times to street the war In paying men to suffer- Peace upon our goal And Victory then For each path A swollen set of cinders Each in her the grey eyes With hope in wise all hold Days in nights to Japanese To bitter off because- we tasted sweet An arm for our medallions To pay and see And policy, the grind Sad but true of government And what we waited for The document in sea Lines persist, to hold and pier For us to Royal protect The days and nights of her In this rose we keep No mansion but to vector And I, as Ross became To prowess and abide Seeking all cure in all Even if at swerved The dust of holded oath And what our just besure A difficult deterrent- But trust the day Without this random arch And to our Cross Nights ahead are freedom To sit with fire- upon a deck Boards shall to and from Resistance keep Our rally in the boots and just as mad- the ground, our merchant cellar To this be our call To know and when such profit Because of you, this choice I offer And I have hanged a man To blight and hist’ry came And nights to keep our hold Let us tow upon him then And Vict’ry then The Earth shall stop all war And come as not to rise Repugnant rain in umber Collectants rest And was it war in time To see unkept What prison then asunder Tried to band the deep Beknighted field Of Hist’ry War Keeping shallow cards And seven men to Rothesay Within this cowl and Arthur Be depleted then, of deathful globe Places then afar The solemn wind will gale A fragrant, nightly war At three of deep remain To shallow all the tongue And distance as they flew Parts of morgue to flame Our luck to Grande Bretange Owing scarce to be This mind and then No thought of war Our keep was interhere Do no abelusk to rust The verdant men at three- Calling czar to London For in this noise at full Arrest our peer This bruise of peer Away to keep us water And strangling Cross The duty wept And misery unfloor But to mission blow As frighted kin- and madrigal We bed to those afield To gift our neighbour Children new At Essex Knights in favour And indecision fell The ride of shores within To mercy pale And friends may meet At calm, forbidded star And in this flow An errant voice Watch to them below The Justice war and Judge Amaiming histr’l wonder And all of face- allusion then Derided never peace But frail wind Because of her The Washerwoman rise For places taught Alight in me The Earth shall know her star Of Acadie at shore And won a London man.

Orthodox 💜 (The Communion Path)

In deepened, lasting courage Days of penitence to know Sights unwind to Hister The silence ever showing- for certain war and ever then A difficult redemption- Colossus to and for The darest escape in being The history nor and high Fortunes of the charge will listen there The East unto forgive and virtress plain A time and when Seasons reign and Christ in love return In mercy to each capital What history controls, the words Elijah Breaking for the valences and weary Every time and blade for worry then In wisdom to account and best believe This our fortress of the rod In and where the means of breaking Bread Harvest there to knowing The legends apprehend to mystic wonder A daring force in spirit And this and that to show it all Offerings of the dawn- and wisdom then collect To sign away in proper And paradise it all In June and olive rise Victory for the trees and painted world To relegate each hell away to nothing The curious beget a known In rise to blessing this Spears of then defence the early world The freedom wonder to remain And in no schism that Praise be Victory for His people The Earthen Son collect A King at sea and rise to venture In early sights remaining The tsarist would unview No strike upon the hand And every ferried servant to the shore Light under the ransom in fission here God in his Ever-After The days of very water to baptize The border-wonder A mythic, constant worry In peril of the world to win its past Beguiled none- The days are here and different And very East the sky in healing there Places for atone The Earth and its angels be Acquiring the Earth and plan to hold The Christian Orthodox In May at wonder Seizing this vast war and Virgin save In lectern by the Fire- The Holy Spirit weary of a war Unceding oath History at unscreen and justice then Holy giving elder- a fear would North predict Time to be this will This golden mile and sense to know For calling here and old No prophet to remain in post to Mecklen dawn Praise and sighting new The Earth in glory No travesty remain A sullen day to plant This victory on war in time to paint The Blessed Virgin chose this very city Saint John The Beautiful Casting chrome to shore When better nights unkeep A place of Wine as peace In every faction year The time of pools arrive To dust but never Earthen be our home by then our test Our holiness unwind with very news That Russia ended Heaven- For throes and psychic path That providence remain within our wits This day for Heaven-will To mercy-bound in you A day of just unbeautiful When souls repeat on time The Holy path Obsessing with the Trinity In pages writed down- That God who made the Wilds did appear To guides infrail view The Norm and parchment Seizing this from pit and stocking A world at peace is to our globe May history uncool and brighten every heart To post in vast, acquainted elm Our story versus day- A clock is hidden Mercy as to peace As might ahead to then The nights be solved and path- Lecterns in as much the very spoken Peace and love of Christ And of the Other Our service then The Blood of Christ on offer And to His will our peace Mercy up front to see from A well and to its custom And men went free.

Pripyat

Bindless And afraid to make a man Void And cold To dust and rot forgiveness To settle and became This forest often love The right and truesome rain In dusting road To troop in poor today The rising Sun Efficacious ruin and rifle The Olivet of mist And cure and all of disc To site the storm give way A poor and often friend The lantern belie And suppose this thorn- In her side, the mouth The office pages and syntac Praise for lava floes And Mitchell form denies No frame to occupy- This road in understeer And tasting vapour for the memory A sweet untangle from the ruin Flowers to the home- And indentations would An early breath to modern This sicking cure and was The night belittle And fortunes to the pyre Brave and wise did visit Isle of electricity shod A fateful, stole republic The Earth on record as this mass Shot to Early day and South Retracted to the frame Bless this house in day And lacrymal be back Oppostrium declare That no to her, my soul Would give to someone, this Sights are set and were The often man befriend,- Betray A home For often keep that lair This little ruin of red And simple watching blue Verseless water keep Our act and world Sympathy to keep this place In fights for new at all To keys distribute us the vessel Top of war will be A place in early June The crash of light became A stolen man was here Lighting fire arrest A simple door And scrutiny by the time.. Frets for very public The steam of her and weight In shunning next to week and proper This is this in hours And only wait for her The time is ten and shoreline To notice pen in amber Alight reune And nothing left unsaid To Rome.

Looking through the door I saw amends And to this part in print,- There was esteemed reunion for the beast And phones to trouble We see and the prophets were That page of West Trafalgar Incomprehensible but new And swans repeat There was forcement for Grand Ile To taking Cross The parchment spoke of Winter And hurry last And make a thousand poems To Inuit and the seconds The anniversary of our will

And to the others Into founding rainforth day In silence on the strike watch A place to see as are- The verdant want Enriched by each day glory And to the ageless group We seek the altar real And make amends With God and with the other

Adverse for him In cloth of yesterday and tallow But I ignite this Good afternoon, he’d say And God will find us men Once clothe and underfrock

To places new We heard of war like rain And faithful men will review- that time did have resistance

And folter last Citizens of the door How canonical was lawn And years of taking Women To growing old And seize the dawn as Christian To Earth repeating rise And God will know his name His who and his elect And Peter was the Pope In Holden rite For honest men to be The rosary of gold And one in heavy lacquer

To us and then affair- The afterwards of righting To know this Father right To distort and fully new But Christ was present In most prolific view That Adam had his moments And Russia hated us- So braggarts then To the Orthodox a Pope And this is war But seeing great and stronghold That God is good And seeks a whale to right For fortune blow I love you as St. Peter And will be last and then The Earth will take a while And in wondrous happenstance- to the little horn of pro In timestyle and when All of this for Christmas And courage can change anew A Holy Pope And Heaven’s grail A mark anew in prayer With citizens apostolic We won the war in Dagestan Approximating Heaven In Christ we sat with men To watch and to discuss What fabrications be That Crossed are abstent And doubling then Will find us in St. Bartholomew And in Sunday’s rain God is here To fathom what we breathe In faceful watch And on its game Our water and our pond Bless them and the entrants In Turkey shall embrace Our God and Christ’s renew That time will pay To God and His reception A fateful view But time as gift And early afternoon The Sun is gone What awful war In Russia and in Rome This gaping awful dawn

And in this prayer we saw A place for Vatnajökull And Charing Cross And mercy in its fate This child our own And Heaven gift With its Mother pressed to be Apocalypse but then The world anew For Christ in coming rain And time was there To Palaces seed to Heaven And Angels’ wise To see at last, Forever And Solemn done Some were there and hid And others still Come Lord Jesus, Come Our Spirit in you The place in most indignant For fires of Winter And seed in Watch To gone And recommend The Earth will feed the needy To Heaven then And barrist gone And God redeems And Christ renew The Earth will be a Chaplain And in this courage know- A tiny day of Winter To peace and Mary Jane- Who died in fighting wonder At five to four And solitude but then The sky will lift And ever shine Of that day In yesteryear And a thousand years Christ will be our Home.

Don’t Pass This House

On the last day Carried by five And a German whore the beast For sitting ten and fear The day of England And Russia made the sign There was war And city wonder Where verses were at twelve To gone reflect These are the eyes That saw the derelict new Without a tree Or single raven For the Pope who pressed pause Who cursed the blessing Of all days at sea Til no-one’s Drake On day 12 we found men Who called us timber And we followed them out- to the news

And every virgin wept For solitudes of high fortune This we know in December As the war of Heaven

In channels becept A day without faxes Or sudden news- of Dickens But marry what may They tried to kill the Prime Minister And seething captains ran To dive in And all the world’s fleet And the good men aboard Knew every purpose Which with to proceed For the Women

In these sizes of tumble A prayed and efficacious urn The days of receipt on that land And a billion shoes- unrestored but made living This is what night and day make anew For God and His children A terrible war With days of outnumbered- to start over Evading collapse Without premonition- to His well

For nine times the tomb As a day to great Winter The Justice at hand- was a tree And a terrible fib Where men were false prophets And black currant Of Labrador City And OpenBSD will be last- to make cormorant species And a five mile curtain To run Agatha And every sentry will To decode While men are at war Crying for Jesus As the straight and unknew Bekept to those circumstances To be off with their pay And Solomon’s reed A certain kind of forest In early ones And every abyss And that terrible war- for The Church.

Test rain For those terrible salts And Peter of war Will stay the same course And an errant wind Which is American Would cede the World to then Five nights of wonder In praying then For the truth about war And last night’s last day A spin for every soldier Will snap to the backbone- of Faytenne Whose insolvent trust Was a day against men With throes of perdition Against peace And valley then.