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The Cloudsphere

In a place such as Benjamin Netanyahu, We are guardrail graft and through And the corners of this generation Knowing tithes of promptu dean It was for such a corporation That deemed the cause in effort great In supposing matters forth and green Exceptions to the place of rest In spinning Heaven for what it is Lamenting lasts and forward’s time To pray in loss for the Holy Queen Redoubts the faith of womankind What marks of Peter to make mistakes And an effortful collection of solemn time We stride for chrism and Catholic Church And send our Greeks true love For the apocalypse to werve and terrify A place such as the open heart to begin In succour and admonishment Of death’s landing just at the door of grace We walk through this empty hole Of grace as much as time to many The stars above are fit for Heavenyear Travelling to drifts of snow and peace Insofar as to imagine fields Of breath and Holy peals of Wine For wisdom to catch our weary breath We are Christ’s and solemn pine-

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