The Annunciation of the Lord to Mary
Here we go again
There are no other options
But the dead background
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Listen up closely
My face is looking ghostly
Caught in my own sin
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There should be no choice
But the bag gets more moist
As time goes on
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The disgust
Vapors come and go
So say a prayer!
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A shorter mantra
To maintain the sober mind
Blades of grass bend
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Images of the Christ
Idolatry is fine!
Until it comes around
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Do not fall into
The grasp of the devil or
Might slip and be dead
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Worry not about
But keep your focus ahead
But see through the fog
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Fogs of war
Keep us occupied in the meantime
So I don’t have to run
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I can stand tall
Knowing of my fate
There is no more
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No objects in the way
Yet they all decide to stay
No more stalling!
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My rage attends
And my mind continues to bend
Don’t forget my soul as it spins
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Forgetting the spinning armory
The wordplay continues
And the flower blooms
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Germination to take
Place among the seeds
The hot wind pushes growth forward
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So do not fret
Worry not about the sunset
But remain focused
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