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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!

May nothing be The citizen gone Places to and the A sympathy in shield Why scarcity be And early share Every dollar per year Levitating to the month Of Habsburg explode And Irving in ruin What will I bring this week But to offer maiming hen And forest revoke As part of the rescue The early dud Olivet to the wrist And men and women before This fire of the news at war Apostasy of the elect Gushing gravity, inner bowel Explode against peace And these shots to the same My country will- see the end of the universe With longstanding in choice A change in degree But beauty of the choice And in concept, and in ruse Irving is a myth To the company of poor Silent implosions As a divvying to the stain Olivet Earth And mosquitoes for the day But petty wonder Times be light to our hero Naming systems to war And we object,- the days of our ache Level a city On the last one to rest.

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Peace- For a day And then there was Ru And us to be thanks For the dirty war I know The substance review For our right to be right Appropriate in view Liking our after Of these fossils to be Making mad and wild That this done as it was Fortunes be off For a history of making things Dan A sympathy if system And the prophecy reset That all things destroy In the name of a few men Who grow old as they bring- a failing to the litmus Little horn, Finding truth That fail and its cousin But in due course a file Substance better than new And who was the beast Before China and its coming The shining one Sticky bear and its light Give in to Moncton This rapture by five Making bricks in the fire To the reds onto next Dining on rot With rights to be flame A special about And a lifetime Of death and disgust And economy of suffering Prophets to bear On this stray stream in Peking The public inject One year into more Two men in their business With a lifetime of meanness Proclaimed out to play The Earth is coming To swallow their fields And when this done Earth return for the needy And the English infirm All three sixes of dawn Making customs purview That the life of an eagle- gives rest to the poor Waking good who we are Shadows beaming right in Due to history and its angels Keeping light on for Québec With the bitter shoots so sweet And you murder- everyone in Moscow Why my day would suffer Even China knows If due course to be free Toms of an Island Were war to be English As freedom supposed No more of these And this land- full of hay And sitting proper Making family very fast And no control to your needs But better homes to vast wealth Skating multi in line For the closement of a year Singing Malecite style And as they ate and gorged On the spices of cadmium Preferring everyone to peace Drinking parsley and soap A failure to be Was obviate Wash And the sympathy of home Accepting to Cross Better hands And Jinping starts a feud Blaming bananas- and sleep And Putin.

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May you walk in light And see the walled forgotten Knowing this glass- carries the aisle Make Heaven near Believe what has been- has carried you forward On Scotland’s first beam The joy of your while Do Princes walk Fondly with you Then remember the nights Of Membertou And in response had,- befriend time and a rose Play in sceptre Racing these shoals Forget the wrongabouts And remember French distress Across our loans of history Make able renew In sinewy roads For writ to path An honest Woman And every person Upon that way Noons at the dime And studies made able Every suffering Jew- bearing Cross to our hold Making force of our Father Seeing Victory in this land Inbound at plenty And rising at ready Many blessings ahead For tales of Endurance Simple roads, In Christ.

When We Meet

In justice and forgiven This is Paris- and we stood ahead By the wheels that govern By the stormy willow And Earth to the Sun A tilted view

But a bit of light Would soften our ark And a tiny pillow For you, little bee

Adjusted rain And those reticent tombs Off with Africa At forty degrees

The stall was wet And we made it in Fortune is first In that strange gene of isle

But to better forward And in one’s measure It was Ptolemy here Escaping the impossible Making rounds to within I donned another will In making pair- To thy crossing heart

A maze with you Our together ally Rely on the Lord This plebiscite last

And older people Subjugated less But storms of our capture The currency Earth

For rod to bedlam Made to deliver This deluge of rain Will capture us all

And we were in sync And together that day Now is new And we are still here Our promised day

Together first The Sun is through to me And I know you, my lad Together home And first to Tibet The other day and then I would find you a river To apprehend any favour As justice and forgiven.

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Father God,

Have mercy on the seas I am a lasting war, To rise and befriend thy name, As best we knew In studying the peak and crest, A litany of three boats A lifesaver And I am wave over wave A rain coming from- a love of you And in this mitre,- the beautiful became A glass of open-like Sharing the news While people laugh To Hebrides with great commission We may not imbue So to undebt And unspeak I am liminate The worst of time And crash on the open wound And to the sea floor We travel together In this great transgender,- Humanitarian man Apocalyte by day And ferrying heights To unknown But hurt of Thou Make no dispense But to the open sea In knocking abound These havens away- Solute of time And simplest old The hours of war Which took off with my wealth And current of study These difficult chances In South to redeem- My only companion A dinghy abode Nearing far And West to our cove For the sea on its side Favour then- what is right And my whereabouts line These items implore To You, Son of God Mercy year,- Distant views,- Coming home to thy altar Please resolute, mine shore And I will carry Thou to be.

Uyanga Holds The World in Peace

And for the prayer of Justice Lit for all obsessions The Cross of line and still A place in all of Heaven For my dearest mate The sympathy of love And compassion offered In time to pay and yield Nights to make it through But for that is knowing And matter precious to the core The five in field And prayers at dawn Knowing time’s heal And that they were war- but returned For all things be A prayer for solemn June.

Oprah

And we were across to dawn Sitting by the row of that There was telemetry and psy Victims of the war and ending day People said at risk is this Proper scales of legal regret Stumbling on news to the roses- that I would say were Heaven’s And Trudeau was a custom Between the hills of Sunny Ways And still we won the war But offending others to rote A victory remained And we were the apostasy forgiven A simple aisle For people to unwalk In holding hand to freedom We spared alone And did with them our time And sacrifices known, People won the race for Africa Children bearing wounds And the suffering above Meant the distance was at near And in the Whitehouse wept Policy to nights Forbidden rooms and special ham Continents to Greece and the general And constant pay- To ruin the country and its old Curtains knew And spoke of noon at recess With the madrigal of stupor And in his office keep- The Majesty of Rome And special bouts of mayhem For the prophet to endure And it was her- Speaking loud and clear That the Sun would be our thanks And every misery to a land- of free amounts of witchcraft And the policy was time And years of mystic keep- the land of war the same And Oprah knew- The victims carried home Bodies left to South And in the slip were cherubim And the people betrayed her own Substances high and clear And they set the runway in clear And taking off to Heaven Where Oprah learned the guests- who boarded every steel And the prophet did survive Which was just as severe as truth For the media wasn’t respected But Rome and about To the simple at their point That the decades past were new While these ones made for profit Querying every offer For the dry ones and alone The be unfail And riding new Everyone gets a war The peace of awful rote And cynicism that night To put the truth on trial And Oprah stood and then To prophesy the mark And six to men Dearborn, Michigan to slate Express to there and then A birthday on the rails Endearing new To gain the rights of access- Of legislative power While people seeking rights That were already there to be Fighting white supremacy- For remittances to clue To fateful day When Oprah came to marry- And truth bekneeled To the men of day and night On one knee as at her And flames revealed Sins in flight to carry That awful road ahead And went ahead as healed For her day express to Colin The river Her And best beget The Son of God to King In peace.

And Oprah was forgiven.

Raise The Wreck

The inches in keep For flotsam and jest A pouring view Appends to Water And business land Once creatures adept And crossing scare To the load While citizens were Empress elect To four sheets of rule In the dimyard Of our oak And cruelly done So the symptoms we And Abaddon the Sun Of perfect and alone Sometimes beautiful And caught on source To the fir we had landed Ocean free And full of lobster Gordon Pincent Of our lure Respecting country And due for the year Trapped in sine Heaven beating On this day And its pulse.

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We’ll pass the weary code While admonishing the sin In adrenal eternal To cross the diurnal one And seeking as it grand Days of fortune heal The best of Rome to Poland I will set the curtain high And cumbersome but drain- of highest war on those- passions to make it real This policy invect And Nature was- a time to heal and reflect The lonely cost of bearing And to bless our fateful yew The beautiful serf Healthy and it feels better To wipe away all costs And seizing pen to cure- the highest worry If affections while afflict And days of forward While you dream of what awaits To Rodin sound And molluscs as they walk To simple sets of green As the people cheer for high In essence, undegrade May in lochs of Holy War In this capital of land To flourish planet and protect The fateful man- who would not admonish here The rightful elect And seven courses to the field In broken three,- and this wish for glass in flow Affording afternoons And the aftermath of night-, To rave at highs As the problem hits replete Aching sinuses and nerves Of a better day in Leeds.