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Apocalypse putin

Your war is sold Forever blind on the road and in the year of cold and mujahideen Your hearse is being towed At last to the Greek In shame for four lives Who roundedly count out the perfect steps Were it murder you would know about Introspection And Falun Gong And last pact at sea But by air And was nice not to worry As you, “the great”, Who didn’t believe in Tripoli Or lines to Scandinavia fire For the bored young columns And most are at war In Trinitarian by Doldrums Asking for rent by reparations This is the referendum In season, Lefthand you, Spinning death to Oslo And corner-judging your way to iconoclasts veer We vote as we can, Your mess is for grafting And piles of garbage be-rot Sycophantic flame Eponymous spark and writhing new This on dynamite and yours is fresh Time lost and women spent To Cuba or Wreckhouse The flooring diamonds of sweet hell Come to the street and burn it down Your death is so and pre-esteemed No-one makes it possible but you- In your tent And fires to Rome that fail In case of solemn poor who will- Who will kill you without fail And in the wind ashes blow- themselves to Moscow As Kremlin fires burn your own hand And forests new but of your petroleum six Your mother sang For the hands of a child Who murdered free And played with a pilot Who’s forgotten your name And is tired of war

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Solemn When

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The birds rise high to be free And platinum rain of our bordered roam Merry are Christ’s venbehorn To the sliding prose of our stars

Which we all re-une On the brightest morn of our standing All these days, to become us and bright With fields of flax to Canada’s run

It is time the imperial world from us Our brighter day is yours alight You are here as we are And in solemn breath

Our roses fly As our weapon

New Ukraine, Us to you, In heaven spent of our stacks- How we know you were here, And what it was to our year, What to show the east of our guiding

And crooked crosses we have lowered To re-sply by noon and raise high In our blue realm, as witness to the guest Who sent out to glory, and stars In the biggest high-between Of our broken candles melt anew, You welcome us well, in Cathedral

Up for apply, in the all you are we- Come nary a trouble by the thousand- We have spent, earned and lost, And you prayed for days here To you in Godspeed we are home

Landing on Venus

Without any rope The escalator had stopped And I called my Mom While being eaten by giant Tuna Whom the Moon had sent there For feed And I kinda liked the temperature And set fire there With Boney M

A Prayer For Autumn Ground

Three senses of an island to our cove That solemn grain ahead In honest appeal to fuel and spark Why with head to the sky

It was time and not foe I washed my feet as were day The Nothing Fortress kept degree In appearing a scroll to bequeath

Forty stops and from the quay So much sorry for lye and iron I took my duty forth with a jam To possessed one pinch with an arrow

Lost to only meander I put flag in full hand Wiped my solemn step to our leaf But prayed for improvements in moreso

Wet and conditioning me so I was lucky to be a boy For girls in their part were not for abuse But by September’s given rain

Wirelines to my wireless And men began to vomit Awful news before the refuge There were fields and magnets- And scorches of remedy And twilights we are for the day

Season, I cried for more and for less As a brave drift into the parting Ten as we go, and hold of ship Was twilight, was remedy, was home

Such beautiful- In Finland and full A thousand Wednesdays And spiritual carves Unto the war of the irving iron- That was the Baltic Wherefore are you forever, young dream We vik’d and saw upstream For the chattel login by hopehouse- Bringing the high and best hope to your house- New Korean beautiful unarrest Four weeks of Mexico and 31 days of prophetic view- In England’s view, A shiretown in Arctic Partner A decision for the Andes And war room clean Hebrides as the pale And all through the North Cancer in Utah, As born by bees and we were

Looking upon this floor Two maps a day And the hangar for hers Trepidation to its light We were better and paid in disperse Duty in full by the South Most favourite distinction, By far, electric maze And to their Pope at sunrise Four wills of Italia and for Christ

But it was simple news A place of order is one’s couple “nice to see ya” Europe and the Euro Celebrating madly By Christmas each irving was done And I was the moon And slept softly Without gin

A Snowmill

In and out of the wheel about To our drift and o’er to get By going grey and in our youth With cutbacks to heal the blow It was here and heaven- Our totallest wish And all the spoils of time Prayed for soft spaces And branches of Lyne Two hundred of Eire and a dollar But those days were few Til we vacuumed the skies And sheltered between lightnings- And hell

But the price of the Sauerteigs was heavenly sweet And we forgave the paint ball by Tin And we’ve seen it, our precious landing By the lake and its madrigal line Offering boxes and bread And skybelts of what we want While the nest of the falcons nearby And is it said, Probably not today, The crashes of hate centre along And Cathedrals had rung From the East to the seas For Jen and for Mississippi the breeze Peace raining on that open sky To the gadget into Talking madly by firelight and wishing the sun Off to the skiff and golden Pacific To the interrealm of no more alone We blessed the angels and prayed for time With our simple small country And Finland chose nectar Three cheers

I was the bird in the tower With official gate news To Rome on a freighter yet plentiful And tiny kin wrapped unto me In a leap year of feldspar To the heavens above and down here

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The End of Communism

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So now that you know That freedom is funny I walk to the early place I stay and I breathe I am touch and I’m free I’m Stalin and burning in Rome

So acid away The victims of voodoo And wash to the early grave

Six summon amounts And the spoke of accounts With warships and vipering win

Abyssing of Warren And violin fear It’s recess and Norway the ear

(“Erin Shore”)

The Third Recourse

At Pratt & Whitney Men were adjusted And for believing no-one But friends of the wing And six times as cute As a newborn kitten Were the Swedes- Who blessed Hall- And the moon wept for freedom

Too many bad days, But in The Register, We won, And rejoiced for the Narrows

And rejected the reign- of islam it was hell- And we were born unto Christ- And protected the vulnerable…

There Is Much Rain A Man Can Consider

I was psycho and your best friend And the dishes we cerebrated wirelessly; I came- here in the washroom While April delivered new swimwear

Apostasy in the clouds, Himmler wore nothing but a clock And sixty cycles for Ibogaine Were touched, Truced, And tossed out the windows Upon the first notice of a parked car, I swore it was time to move on

But in Sweden, Where All That She Wants is- code- For not getting rid of friends, We slipped into our famous blue raincoat And evaporated others- And our own money.

It was the popular thing to do- To hit on a friend,- Regardless of cost

And I learned- To be faithful through other men And their instances of knowing why urine is not the best paint I was wetlessly dry And slipped out of my own bare feet

On USS Zay- The boyfriend artists, Paul began feeling sad for the cost of armageddon But nobody tried like Björk- And her cousin Amanda

So that each set of glowing computers would end up in Ireland We prayed for our forest while men cut it down And bulldozed our own FACT Team Which was something like The Price Is Written

Except that I wept For surfactants And asphalt And earplugs For a friend

of Malmö

A pestilence of war Into the drains men went and wept It was cold in the dark; And all this ice was clear A fix of the longhouse of water And on this side of worry I sat up livid and said- There is nothing jong un wants- But death

So to Expressen if I am lying about what is right To the bigger men of Peter, This day repeats For all that ABBA saw- Even in the foreground Where love made offers To Incheon and The Havana ship

No more nukes and Auld Lang Syne We prepare for war and lose repose to revenge So that the Ark of our understanding And less war Are ours in that way

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