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Pretti

Soundings apprehensive
Victory to the bone
A place for end and seek
The multitudes,
and anger more
Risen in predicate for death
Asunder, and gone-
to the ends of the Earth for freedom
Fortune in escape
The lucky men go reading
And have this night to thank-
for the cold, cold eligible
For ranks to quash
And citizens of day in trove
Understanding what were,
and what supposed-
of a splinter of the weary
Six times the death
Making way for the enemy
Trump astounds the autocratic
Pilfering mercy from the good
Stealing ahead of time
Just to get by
While the page turns
Lantern’s regret-
a specious home and making way
Each pretence of someone’s diary
In accordance with the election
And the royal retoryate
Finds no chance to blame
A mole for the CIA-
Waking loss for the Superwhites
Opposing local surety
Poring lands of wicked might
And mercy on this man returned to him
In a cannon of the underproposed-
Seeking cue at ransom
And defying the darkest death-
Gavel and repent
A stick of understanding
To the gracious few
Standing shard of the pretensk
That Man is made for beating
In all systems clear
So be to nothing
A victim leads the eon
And the President-
is sunk.