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antecedent https://twitter.com/Inaki_Gil/status/1117868382785802242 Sur l'isle de evocation a parody of Paris the beating heart of France an exultation of hell and heaven secured by a stake enveloped by a blue mamba unable to escape the flames of desire eyes widen in fear a flicker of light in the dark approaches the laughing licking light ascends trembling trees unable to bend crushing fervour all around upward flowing conduits the secular rain the molten skeleton teeters France holds its breath archangels strain in suffrage the walls will hold la dame will survive the people invoke the deliverance the light begins to wain the magician becomes the smoke the lance to heaven pierces the heart belayed are the bells fighting holds the line a cough amongst the smouldering fumes a guardian not seen the bonds are not broken the abode is saved glaring out from a bell tower sadness views the destruction below sacred are the loves of engagement harried by the time of contempt Le Français are mortified a chariot touches down the dawn angel stirs its divine intercedence appears the lance is withdrawn the mamba turns red convict us the rebirth its nations faith rings out dawning  a peoples decree
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
'Notre Dame an epicentre of France'
antecedent https://twitter.com/Inaki_Gil/status/1117868382785802242 Sur l'isle de evocation a parody of Paris the beating heart of France an exultation of hell and heaven secured by a stake enveloped by a blue mamba unable to escape the flames of desire eyes widen in fear a flicker of light in the dark approaches the laughing licking light ascends trembling trees unable to bend crushing fervour all around upward flowing conduits the secular rain the molten skeleton teeters France holds its breath archangels strain in suffrage the walls will hold la dame will survive the people invoke the deliverance the light begins to wain the magician becomes the smoke the lance to heaven pierces the heart belayed are the bells fighting holds the line a cough amongst the smouldering fumes a guardian not seen the bonds are not broken the abode is saved glaring out from a bell tower sadness views the destruction below sacred are the loves of engagement harried by the time of contempt Le Français are mortified a chariot touches down the dawn angel stirs its divine intercedence appears the lance is withdrawn the mamba turns red convict us the rebirth its nations faith rings out dawning  a peoples decree
a chance video triggered this poem, check out the twitter
#resolve#birth#of#a#nation#faith#angels#archangels#france
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
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