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The Breaking

The breaking,
 the shaking;apace
  my king's fall is rise
   my land is anon taken.
                     The antic,
                        the discholeric;as
                          albion her age;as
                            arras on her skin.


The abstract,
                         the seas;our compact
               heartless disease;
                                                let's decoct,
                          let's not calm


The beaver,
 the savior's hand,
  she will for aye crave
   for her not a bedlam;
     she is sane.
                        The cautel,
                           the hidden truth;
                             Cadent ties;fret
                               channels in her cheeks
                                 frail less chuff.


The voidness,
                          the lifeless mess;cloy
                   there wines of death;
                                                         there ciphers;there empty,
                             shut their tomb.


The wall of wails;
  the jews.
    the rock that never fails
     the doors.
                         The breaking
                           the making;apace
                              enough;her surfeit
                                her swain eternal
                                   remnant of no transgress.

The maker,
                           her end;Yeshua,
               truimph of her;
                                                       light in the cautel,
                               my messiah;so i break. 

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