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High priest, promiscuous love Conjured by creatures thereof White-knight streaming from above Symbol of peace, a mechanical dove Honoring tasks under delegation Slave to each exceptionable nation Bended knee, yea obedient station Brook any plea, e’ry supplication Fancy-free and yielding choice Guide of theorist J.Royce Swirling folly, prideful voice Stir the air, so I rejoice…
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From a go-between, a plea Precisely issued to me That I might employ some twee To which I humbly agree Of late, I easily see Indeed, that it is the key To circumference land and sea Feeling wistful – wondrous glee!
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Two Signature Restaurant Diurnal Bill of Fare 0600 – Chinet Ambrosia: laid to rest on pressed polyethylene plate molds. 1200 – Kraft Delight: interred in tanned paper sacks derived from chemically treated wood pulp. 1800 – Dixie Feast: at peace on extruded polystyrene foam boards. An exclusive dining experience inspired by local cuisine, tailored for…
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Souls wallow in cowardice Cursed spirits devour us Bairns oppress and queens that rule Demon’s caress, so cruel Craven angels vexing saints, Eyes are dim, heart fairly faints Frazzled brush, evilness taints Classical notions, the Accuser paints Soul-provoking, dead-set path Always remember to “Give place to wrath.”
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Classic fraud, ah such am I Not once to laud, rather cry Emptiness cast down inside Where to run, nay where to hide? Turn to Thee, thou heaven sent Oh hear my plea, grave torment
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I can fly, luminous wings Need not feathers – beastly things! Mind’s eye, a prince of the air Positive climb, in the flare Knowing smile, trusted suit Overall frequent brute
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ATC, yeah, you know me Ministering over the galaxy Your defenses tell me, not Unbound wisdom I have got Holding pattern, further clearance pour vous All would cease if I withdrew I’m the key, always in charge Unchained ego set at large
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Everywhere one goes, “nowheres” living rough Grave financial woes, hollow privy stuff Private (box) cars fit the bill Public rumblings, hostile will Watering seeds of mechanical hate Stifling yields of human bait Playing to lose and yet open to win Toying with blues is a secretive jinn
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Grip the vine and kiss the air Sure tree-line, a passive stare Timeless herb, a yellow peel Most superb, ergo I squeal Don’t mind me, ah simple days Tree to tree and craze to craze
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Behold a glowing ember Breathed by bleak winds and loitering self-hate Strange fire rivets the soul; forgotten stands fate One only sees depths of a will; marks my just state
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