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By Jack Joseph Smith
Clensed
This is the way we wanted the Earth
Being no other;
Scattered with what we would rid ourselves of
There where no line is through the ovel;
No curve noticed before the beyond
We have wanted ourselves in ashes, equally
Balancing, even slightly toward,
the almost as good in this Earth,
as the slaughter
Yes; while says age sight can get to the magical rocks
"While as a child I was the Saint with the sword"
Above the Bible, absolutely in the clouds
Those on fire worshiped, again, equally,
with the ones in peace
Yes, quick and dence is the population of the mind
Just for the therefore is the slashing of obstacle,
for that only view of yourself