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as from the power of sacred lays, the spheres began to move;
and sung the great creator's praise to all the bless'd above.
so when at last the dreadful hour the crumbling pageant shall devour
the trumpet shall be heard on high, the dead shall live, the living die
and music shall untune the sky. motherfucker...
all those damn haikus made me think of john dryden and 17 century poetry. i added the "motherfucker" to spice it up a bit, update it. kids call it a "remix" nowadays...
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onward to mayhem!
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