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BONAMIVION
Cool-herated satan has set
Paradise in the hearts of men
a disdain, then hell a praise, inviting Noah's
rain once more: Noah's rain I say, of a
Shovel, though El said it will never more
be rain; it may be strokes worse than
AIDS in its wake. It may never more be
rain, but it will be strange - stranger than
worms from Herod's flesh. Galilees of
singers have washed off the blood of
turpentines and the slain, our beloved brothers
gone too soon have been victims. But a
generation shall arise: A generation shall
arise who will disdain money till the
mattock pays the Oligarch. Then shall
the savage floors be still and Eden
restored.
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BONAMIVION
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