Sell Whispers

I can’t defeat your art/of curing diseases/by contracting disease./I will join you/ at dangerous junctions/ to watch your fall/abiding in front rows/divided and conquered./At a slow pace/a surefooted mule,/in wait for release./It’s a memento/ brooked by enemies/known as book figures /dedicated to an offer,/a song easy to believe./It’s about a deft raid/ on Christian coffers/deft as switches on mule hide./I know you best,/odd about the god,/who said things the same.

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