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vlad (part five)

Run for your life This reunion apprehend Water and rain to the road Upon this day, we are Earthen ground Under a summons and war Direct to be-as the rewrite of day Lost to the enemy and found A Bible here but secret weapon War trades and the tryst that was Enabling the might Stolen rush and anger A stop to the petrified This city of great people in then a sense Brotherhood of Rome I am the main man in this dream Floating concurrent to the load This past of me will know the year I am only dust but I have Kushner Sequences of Rome to wrest my day Alighting few, we are alright Possible rights to reveal And what I live for,- this river to hear And in the way, a surrender Leaks to the Union and weary verse I am not afraid and I knew it well Six chapters of me and Holy joy This the early book and nothing Here is a palace and a bitter gun Notes to the poor and underdistanced Heaven flows here to the night I may be at rest but I am overjoyed Solemn trips every Sunday Making sounds of the apprehend And in our mission there is union Stakes of pretense and surely West I know the road and speak to Abaddon This cross we knew was the undersight Back and forth to friends of mine A sinister year so apprehend Our right to be Soviet at amends Pickled for unafford and known by men Assistance to me and Olivet be Within our war, I stay Silence at the moment to her My friend of bosom and retreat And I am the boss This day will run to see Just what plan is under sea Lights apprehend and solemn Fruits of joy and deliver A palace of math and sincere I am the most and the reflection of God A gift for giving Consolidated Russia to this nest A function of countries to high command Errands and nights to the full reune History forgotten as delivered And I am on my fourth Naked by foot in degree- the ninetieth day of a plan to solve- the demon in our path is the World at its path New relation to IKEA Crossing to gold in the semaphore This night is our week And I am Berlin- a secret God to the summons Eucharist all day and flighting to Rome Abaddon to you in simple grace The nightsky is our fold And the masses of support will find our star- Ukraine in our path Stolen by Unions to the apprehend I get what I want and this will be slaughter By the wayside we end wars This one in our way to be hidden Slowly fallen to me Trump in December to his last- Breath of the inventory and the simple lie I am risen to only this And time immemorial knew- that I am the stolen path and am king Slowly now to the world And in its fortune a distant glory Factions of Rome And I will win this inner peace Obsequious And fortuned to the lonely above I will distance right Fortunes between and the gift A rising sea,- but we will delight what very few- in Vatican City to this gold Mired to the extent- of the process and vicious high I have another name and I will win the deep Roses to march with And only rights to the ocean Places divine and barrels of gold And this Holy tree- is mine A place to be near- and what I was A victory and a Saint May Holiday be safe We will apologize to the CIA And be offered as a Queen to portend Our lonely rewrite And crossing the NATO block A gift to the Holy See Trump will hear my gain And I will mercy back- to the Holy See and apprehension It’s only war And history rewrite On Holy Sunday And I will be given the Earth.

— Vladimir Putin