the oracle shook the bone bag murmuring the summons of prophesies
your future he said to the shepherdess is healing the pharisees
the night the beatles met dylan the seraphim unveiled lifes mystery
there are seven levels paul declared which is news to me
on planet shrewsbury commander falstaff set his phaser to stun
glendowers demons had the winddarkened fields overrun
the numen slipped in and read the sentence off gods typewriter
her face fell like a haymakerslammed prize fighter
when you die in heaven you meet your celestiallyappointed lawyer
who will bargain for your souls reward in the cosmic foyer
come over here the fisherman called to his faithful merdog
he tossed him a perch from his bucket and peered through the fog
i am the legend and the holy see of tripoli said the bakers wife
the mosaic of monarchs flashed sunlight and byzantium strife
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