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The Right Hand of Islamic Vladimir Putin

Shocks to the well Hanging men by restraint Files of eruption Four masses to the Iridian Sea And when I come across the desert Winking to Saladin And this curse of Abaddon We prosecute the very well And in might to mile We had heard of every war And chose to take part Of eternity And long-lasting everything Except nature and its hand The ghostless return of Earth May depart never in exceed And there were four horses And just as many to befriend But under Islamabad There were hearses and guests and the account To Armageddon running free Thoughts of the world to day and night To witness war forever While fighting for pie And in this distance A new navy of the vast Running through river waters And praying against the Android I found And the Urals never found- What other Islam might profess This day of the Christian martyr And the Second Coming of Christ To wean off the very church That satan would accuse For everfore the tiding And a sea of sanity the most Unto this world and its handmen To cross the waves of Jupiter And nine other horses of a thousand To the galaxy of a praying man In solace to Quispamsis And the very other of wilderness And many men running favour To the Justice mule that we adorn With agate and chrysanthemum To apostolic fits of Rome Speaking peace to every victim Wood and matter to every heart We pray for the Eastern lands Alfalfa for every bitter To the nights retaining the single Every process for the Lord Witnessing to the very river- of its keeping and meeting there Problems of the Southern state And a witness to the States in green Walking mile to carry our horse To the Canyon of heart and McGloin Pray therefore in mercy to know To witness what may be the err Syntax and trueness and very Qatar Who stopped the fires of Islam And unacquainted to the Sun Our neighbours might find in tide That Jupiter of the truss for foreign labour Our neighbours of right and mind Portmanteau to the rivers who meet That two Suns will rise in the North The swollen seas of ABBA became A weary for the righted whale And Jonas become- man of giving hand and adore In Christ we sound the war over And Islam lowered to the Gothenburg Sea Night and tide will find horses as they wept Decurrent to the low and alone Finding Christ on the very altar And Cuba won one at four To the navy, be blessed The very chances of laughter and joy Righting left and seeing Italy And this wonder is yours Rose to be blue of the land Decks of favour and April gain We sunk putin before the intro And then we had to beckon Time’s fever in November.