Oxygen molecules siphoned unto love,
Love bewildering the Oxen.
Creation in Caroline.
A sign of all creation.
The wicked torch is laying downward,
Upon the upward Wikkan's resolve.
Saving the private stash.
To stash the prevailing Savior.
We use a sword among the ethos.
And ponder ye infinite edges.
Burnt are the trees,
For they have passed us by.
And saw you in darkness.
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