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The Paper Trail

A fortune for the pill
And standing by a warehouse,
was a promise of self esteem
Across the broken planet,
in pride to his own Princess
We the sum of youth,
broke into the Russian vine
A sonic win for the good of hay
vlad had sixty thousand days
To suffer the pain of excess fortune
And foreboding by the fire body,
it was who accosted a lens
To Ukraine with opportunity
An income for every soldier
Step down and foreward
Virtually the appeasement of a frozen plan
There was novichok and moons
Ukraine the Soldier Himself
That who rained peace to God
It was hitler who self-recused
As a parable for the United States
Next to brethren
And cars alight for a promise
That Belarus would hold his never
And vlad stood down
By quarter to nine
For the Son of God,
Who stopped the war

Be mine, in Italy
And I will sign your every waiver
For the principle of Canadian dreams
And Independence for the wait
It was best and available
In Communion we won
So that all who had many
Rebuilt the forest
And the train
And a deliverance of babies
Notwithstanding death
Many suffered for days
But the Glory of God
Saw men weeping
And stood down to Ukraine
And Belarus the prophet
Made off with Incheon
While the Chinese bled for Christ
At once and at noon
And became Christian
And no-one knows
But the sun

May it rain on every driveway
To find out what went on
In the Irish way of a landslide
So that victory was not only,
For the poor, but for the just
And the ocean’s power of Baptism at once
Sent the Paraclete to all
and satan died,
For Earth’s regret
And tears depend on Sunday

See you there,
By the shipyard
And Christening the sun
Who burned a place of iron love
And men got on with their day

We spoke out at Club Montreal
For the prison of consumption
While doves circled in our early time
For Baptism to win a war

For the Good of The Son of God
For Brandenburg and breathing flames
While holly decked our own summons
And beheaded vlad by six

To early dinner
And so recused
I ate a poem and prayed aloud
Bless us Lord,
We have sinned,
But the edged land
And the digress of Bread
We prevail in the Holy Land
And won the battle,
For Mexique,

Christendom of days