Convuction

pulling on the ear in front of the crowd,
there are whispers of trees assembled, 
endowed, with sentience forbearance
the pauses and script, whose standing 
and armies are headliner ripped;
whose got the notion to make wrongly 
right and smuggle the ocean from 
stronger to night, where missions are 
failure and beginning to end, the hairier
leaf-eater might one day rend, from heaven
the earth and all of the hells, will 
gather to sing under fire-licked bells
demonic recession and money is high
on phallic processions guarding the stie

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