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As my move rises to the occasions of my last days,
Juice in my vessels stream a different page,
Re-upping inferior marks to break down,
The prophets remorse thou art losing the cloud,
Truth will restore how evident scents are too colored,
Burning the bridges connected to dummer,
Yet, how the clock was built took a unity to form,
Leaders of charge, petals of wars,
Slowly the longhand turns as the secondhand moves,
Parking the lots until the community brews,
Jingling the coin rows heavy in my pocket,
Playing the game just the way they shot it,
Ape Jews Messiah until he really appeared,
Yet, somewhat powerless because the Lord don’t agree in the exact picture of the right sing he lived.
