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Zion

I was one hundred And a Victory for the War We summoned ecstasy and fire- to motion hearts into the sea Fortune told us to forget That the Justice was a tiger And little Iscariot over Winter While the substancy at best Four and eight the road was split For the days to second Peter And I was what I want A summoned well Full of quickly draining water No more options for the matter But our grand opening of the butterfly And lines and voltages and power I miss you- My Reverend Father And in the last day to treat you well Was a percolating hammer Three strikes to the victor of great Wisdom And an environment for our wish So said the lectern and we mean it With a fire in our shell And gotchas like the moving sun And etre raisons for the right We were left and we were home In this ecstasy of what was just When things grew, the sight of hand For our trawler reaping need No stand at our Trafalgar Bits of misery in the side And to our name- Our home and story Our shawl and country For the forces that were before We accept a newer theory That a bone shard was CIA And to the Moon for Justice Eastern Jesus trialed by petty war And the Earth and at its end Drilling water for eight of bliss Unadmired by the bear Without a road or Rome or deepened sky And there was justice in the news Days of naught and left to split This hanging fruit will bit the sky And in my hand I carried spirit With roughened meaning to the press For what had been here- I like Saint Matthew- Enner sonic as transposed Frolicking and some things bitter And they called us the Reverend Sky And it was keep We were lucky Dawn and kin Someone’s cool was my own hand And Judas was here Strings of fire on molten salt What was rumour had become the truth Christ the Lord and stolen verse To get us by And we were blessed- The Chosen People- Of God’s born Son Getting by.