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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.