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Where is the prayer book So often betrayed And burnt Beside the old winter hook Hold upon my shoulders Transferring custody through boredom And in the will of the courts No feather wills to sing Guarded guarantee The power of our investment Dedicated sons and daughters Lurching within an alphabet Foreign scribes Hands held high Native ized and prescribed ** hum Adjourned Yet no concern commences an order Proclamation amidst devastation Too pinpoint is the payday Garnered in repetition Profess progress Less we slide in to conjecture-able lies Wield the burning liberties rights Ending your brothers lonesome lights Prevent complacency Brandish a pen And command the day That we shall arrive again
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
Atrophy Hymn
Where is the prayer book So often betrayed And burnt Beside the old winter hook Hold upon my shoulders Transferring custody through boredom And in the will of the courts No feather wills to sing Guarded guarantee The power of our investment Dedicated sons and daughters Lurching within an alphabet Foreign scribes Hands held high Native ized and prescribed ** hum Adjourned Yet no concern commences an order Proclamation amidst devastation Too pinpoint is the payday Garnered in repetition Profess progress Less we slide in to conjecture-able lies Wield the burning liberties rights Ending your brothers lonesome lights Prevent complacency Brandish a pen And command the day That we shall arrive again
#freeform#liberties#stoicism
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kevin-8
44/M/california
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
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