There was once a three horned devil who lived in the archipelago mountains; deep in toe ocean skies
He cried for 120 days, and 120 nights; he was plight in the purest light
There was a spirit that bedulged him; eradicated his existence
He was persistent; and keep this spirit away; he scraped his rocks with a blade
During the times of the great deep whaling seas; the spirit went fishing in the lakes ocean
Catching large fish in small erosion; the spirit sang poems to blue whales chosen
The three horned devil loved his spirit's voice; although it was annoying
He snatched his blade from the cretinous air; and stabbed the air; hoping to stab the spirit
Yet, the spirit spoke and spoke for many years; the annoying caused damage to the devil
So he chopped off his horn; and the spirit no longer annoyed him...
FOR THE HORN BELONGED TO THE SPIRIT: THE SPIRIT IS THE DEVIL...
My Father
Splendor’s nourishment; flourishment of flowers as Flores
The light beckons forth white, you entice the night
Stars twinkle with white sparkles, light is splendor
White clouds float through the sky’s, the ocean has rise
Nourishment for birds, quenching waters with love
For you are the Saint, sent from Heaven above
The grass is quenched, envy bows his head
For your nurture inhabits the silence of stars
The night’s moon, shines white light on flowers and grass
Rivers sparkle, and flow through your garden
Splendor and nourishment, you bring forth love
You will always be a Saint, and a wonderful dove
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