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I heard a conversation started it
They accepted the conversation thinking they were accepting God,
But this God they had accepted,
His book is a whole lot of obscenity
A stranger whose hair slept
His collar folds over and faced west-side
At the back is like the hive entrance
The loose ‘cannon lodges there
Surrounding the face like fence
And shattering the sinews of the frontiers
But when the city was in a plight
His cannon penetrated on sight
Those who saw scream and bow to the floor
Like the great dog of the south, Grey’s child
Known to many as George
They already mastered walking on their stomachs
Avoiding his cannon, slowly heading to the killer
Perhaps, the killer had killed and they wept by the decaying bodies.

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