J . D . M i t c h e l l - L u m s d e n
















the solution is the event








the peace and you   
those with order from it at one I         
what for time its name there 
about your numerous under they have desire first means die 
not make another used 
or few among these scattered would say hidden 
when how         go       
look before our other earth created place




















breaking the rhinoceros’ horn







fall there good witness    
should this that has their being            
what for your       
because seen over my dead people     
our say would I return everything then make against themselves 
made man  other but great                
its blood revolted                  

most aware place            
those from me   nations control them          

take up his trial 
if patient  drowned    pleased another          
worse any authority burst whose ever winds rely             

matter standing 

ask when some address faces ignorant         
each enemy   
why among help    name



















following the smoke






the call against was made above     

that these are not those there     we know one      
for what called their   
save me having it           
people doubt this security   

all things have destroyed causes   nations   children   our oil      
take truth from but     
he said your when saying say another revealed before I head          

place raised better men        
came my earth                  
you did friend 
leave servants left making day into heavens hell others




















persecution treaty




incumbent yours forgiving anything       
captives befallen hereafter frail desire patient weakness       
burden spent hearing tied horses escape equality     
drowned faults changed never requiting servants 
burning faces smiting angels deceived      
disease heels seeming weak      

meet eyes      breasts hearted    
needy orphans cast together clapping prayer 

dumb deaf judgment gift becomes marching footsteps                
promised difference




















would rest come









all is refuge from the evil I made      
at will day hands youth those between            
when appointed spirit 
everything opened         
bring place  giving hand words      surely speaks down   
another ages age  














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