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Direct Duma

And then there was one For a secret Rothschild To afar Over the woods And amending every Mom That there would be war

And inoffendant Mary- knew of the reasons And ran to the year of our season Haranguing forth The mysteries of space Linking cure of bravado To prophets who read Upstairs to the conscience- of our psychic blue And we stayed off redemption For all of this worry To be white and Russian And knew wholeheartedly That that man was policy And voted expressionless But of war in course And the nurses’ Ukraine was the other And no polity But lager and meade Kissing the New Testament For all that we hid- against nazi lore And the profane Like hitler And kim jong un For the breath of days And it was impossible to be with- what we adored Full-blown democratic hands While the lowly but able Knew what was working And it wasn’t white power and putin should know

Fair to be seen First and strong That this white-stock collection Is Donald’s will And don’t we remember We were not born at McDonalds Nor were we Christian Without choosing so

Big repeal as there were- The right to be sixed If we were an expression To fits and normal September But this rose that I saw Was it my time This red ochre Accepting my fool- My barren coven As the last of my days And in simple score- Rome was my duty And at scale Chose Christ in this chaos For the mercy hand That tried not to war But saw penmanship Frittering its doubt As a way to avoid enemies And endurance To the fullest of the law And putin is dead Because we said so Us lost souls Let it be.