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America of the Past

She is the enemy talk with thee,
The past let their vile, birds to pray,
The night of baleful burning, why should wrath be mute
Let me sit heavy, put in their hands, who hath described the number?
Be executed, him to the regiment!
He winks, look how he care
Where it may find, quote her
Have their unseen scene, a heavy Coventry
The unseen secrecy, notary of shame
Weeping will unfold, hates him self for the offence
Eyes still be blind, shoot, be ended
Deceive me, own misdeeds
Uncontrolled tide, drink of thee, me in you
My groans, which together unfold
Ensnare me, wrapped in with famously
Do I need to bate?
New York, mouth of deep defiance
DC our business valued, generals and forces
My skin hangs like an old apple join
Not fallen away, the next, Phoenix, friend of us
This shall be answered
13 souls come to take, I flip the coin, low knight low side by side
50 states of mind, I went through them all
Present remedy
Take 3 more, sweetly you do adore
Make the full show, what is not to the end?
Thrice within this hour
Fortune, play the hustle with me now
I bring peace to our meeting
Capture of quick hand, one goal for you
Holy chase, grace of innocence, deal with out in
Me that knows, appear again tonight?
Ghosts of the founders, sitting down and talk
Voices of new sounds, taking it in, letting them speak out
Good now, minutes run away from this night
Anger and frustration, they say you forgot the bound
Written laws and wiped off stars
At this dead out I feel alive
Our fantasy tis us with
Eyes and speak to them
Getting out their tombs, walking over the obelisk, loading up in the lake
Shaking my head, faithful tributary
Telling me stories about the foundation
With them I said I do not know your history, why do you talk to me?
A baseness to write fair
I take Ink and a pen to write and note their wishes
A friendship with no measure
I beseech you, I will fight with them
taking the finger from your throat, grinding of the axe
Spit it out, I walked the battlefield, burning flesh I drank it all
Tis a cuff, states are more gracious
My friend in need, more madness, ceremony in the senate,
Wipe off king and queen, ate a crocodile?
Goblins in life, let the devil take their soul,
Here is the commission, get seated
Write as I say, I once did hold it, had begun the play
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I did me the main in service
Your friendship is welcome, millions of aces
Rush the gold under the White House,
Your tomb?
Yes meet me there
Tis is a cuff, slow down
Led a beast, be lord of beasts,
It's possible?
Plots do pall, patience, taking your soul
In your pocket?
I humbly thank you,
My head should be stuck off
It will be short
Such bugs gone in my life
Fie on me!
Peace, now I am deadly in
Calling my officers about me, fie away breath
The hardest to send
Yes it is fellow mind
Men may owe….
And great is shrinking
He puts, shall I undertake?
I would be chosen you
Pick a thousand, begin in imputed nation
I am no great,
Faith has an English name!
I talk in 14 tongues

See sights movements
Me certain sorrow
Write uncertainly,
Right, but how?
Speak in the capture lunge
Your army?
Hidden in the mount up high
Insulting men!
But they can see a sort
The truth of what we are
The model is old
Do not so, I do with
Sticking them down, in chains
Force with pairs, paw of your wolfs
Black hawks, eating the eagles spring
Fair woman, men salute
Awarded, to grim necessary
I did see him last in a dream floating over his grave
Sit down he said
I can't see its too dark, how did I get here?
Calls of the past
Death up and down, I will follow you
Was husband and father, say it once again
Enough about young men, blood cells break
I began young, look to December
Master the pages, read the laws
Brown hat, master shallow
Smoking in the office, sharing thoughts
Compromising between
Sir he is with in
A pin, beat my men
Processing your lodge
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Submitted by halojolly on June 11, 2021

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