The spirit of good rules
I see someday expell
the spirit of Christ unmoored
I see the spirit of tradition
Beneath the spirit of akanmu
Takes precedence over the world
The speed of good hope ,of good fortune
Expell spirit of Christ unmourned
Mass penury perishes like smoke
Like seriously under the magic wand
Of black power
Every planet become livable with innumerable numbers of folks ever crested.
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