MASTAD [2014]

[AS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED CIRCA 2014]

Anbundanse olf Roe'ling’ Reve(l)r(y)

“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

The son of god, come to us, begotten of the spirit;

upon the cross, body, blood, shrugging off our sinning;

before eve arrived and suffered from serpent’s deceit convincing

you’d speak and light would flood this wash of world to clean the wicked,

so glorify his loving cost, undeserving to be delivered.

All we’ve decided his blood washes off, such certainty in scripture,

the burden we each purge at his feet our certain release his purposed defeat,

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.”

- aSAMblage of an elder eidophage

    “‘So theirs, taloned crease balanced unwounders which kickstand when flick flared handles cant manacle the superb world, fall into a palatial radial, agape apogenitive sole sedative against an uncoming of annihilation sunking all vessels to isle stations mezzanine: conflator of tenses, sestet neventuals every owner wants enscoped by the broach of a purrloined, purse poised osculates note; nothing more than sum totaled totaling of sum every writers nihilo hemoglobin homer. But here they dive, imbibed by what they are said to drink, serenaded by snug sungs sent to sink, aaa a ay aegis already wavered from - and nothing more is done. A fall of their alls, awlfully wone.’

    ’…I love you too.’”

- percentage of a CBT’d amen'dahledgr

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