He’s ever thought to be the mega goat.
I never saw him in very real.
A rainbow blooming for tempested boats.
That’s his conjure somehow thoroughly healed.
The vowels and consonants built a king.
A king could either rise or fall as tilt.
Then why you’re weeping while stampeding
Since he will last forever - for what hill.
Since we will boast in fever - for what peal,
Reign to tell. Then we shell place the fair code,
Other than the trophy other than yields.
Gather with meaning gather with the olds,
Every suddens merged like thou yearning yore,
Rest so, not bold, staying as an abled port.
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