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Holding, holding trenches under the apple tree, though we starve through fray enshrined. Lord I pray and crane, but lo the fruit is too high. Rescind all around me. Silence among the ring. And I know they transgress god. Exodus is law. Be through me, planting seeds. We hearken God, the cardinal vanguard, to harbor us, for we are hallowed. We kill His kids for Him in fear and faith and love. So warn all the world that we, and only we, are the true children of the lord, so run. Immured, fully cared for. No bamboo under the nails. And I blur all trace of time. Hours or days or weeks or months or years have gone by. Recite their manifesto. Maybe I wasn't right. In the dark and in the dirt I glimpse a speck of light. Be through me, planting seeds. We hearken God, the cardinal vanguard, to harbor us, for we are hallowed. We kill His kids for Him in fear and faith and love. So warn all the world that we, and only we, are the true children of the lord. Breathe in the locus of ethics. Hardly notice the gasping. Become the Pharisees basting and abide to the last breath. Free all the chattels 'cause they don't make needles big enough. God knows life and religion intend association. We hearken God, the cardinal vanguard, to harbor us, for we are sinners. We cure His kids for Him in fear and faith and love. So ease all the world that we, and only we, are the true children of the lord. And I remember a family, or just imagined one, where we'd just live together, if I could just see my son. And father is watching away, fixed alone in his white suit, watching the window. Cross my own, I will be there. Ten point seven five degrees north, one o six point six degrees east, lunar New Year.

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