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Zelenskyy (pt. 2)

Son of Easter,
It is ringing to you
A frozen island blessing your grip
Of course there were dozens,
But this name is yours-
And has been,
In Jesus Christ
And you are competent and ablaze
For the fortieth dimension
Which is one man an hour,
taking the pride of entirety
And building Senates and courthouses, and appointments..
I am aground,
And look to see you again
Where cut off from my cue,
The turnstile of war
There are blessings-
That are rivers
But they pale in time
With water so precious,
A piece of the pie
The Dnipro is yours,
in weary amounts.

For other people,
in Christ,
Unabandoning war-
There are moments of affliction
that cannot be known
And in this war,
of the interlocutors,
One more intruant
Cares not for Ukraine
The man of maga-
satan’s power
And nine in the heart
With metals and bones
Thinking of putin
Treachering you
I know this reach to Greenland
It studies my wellness
In two states of flow,
Your water and ice
To baptize and heal
In Christ,
[Amen]
To Ukraine!