By The Graces — Coronations Of Kings

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nd We.</p><p id="fd95">Or doeth this mighty son anointed by the Almighty proceed with our gainly lives by the mere price of thought or by the irrevocable turn of liberality;</p><p id="8a47">By the niching advertisement of his Godful sex?</p><p id="bbf8">Doeth he prove himself avarice in these passages; Or does he become the Champion of the Liberal Law by Habeas Corpus, that anoints the bosom with the fairness of grace such as he; the son of Majesties from afar, akin Europa Shores.</p><p id="af08">League is not — League akin to oils; League crouched in atoned fleshes to the aptitude; this sovereignty has done much by this <i>Leviathan </i>of endowed men by the sex of their kind.</p><p id="8b19">To serve this fair corpus is his redraw and constant redress; apt to price to pay and obey by the contrition’s script and spirit.</p><p id="9387">’Tis the day now whereby we live under the constant Graces of a Kingly Son.</p><p id="8354">’Tis the day now — Rejoice evermore — Rejoice, Rejoice.</p><p id="98ca"><i>[A Play Dear Reader; ’Twas In Dear Jests Or Was It?] — Who’s voicing is this…</i></p><div id="e0a2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/@joanieadamms/mem

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Kings’ Owing Thy Sentiments

The Ancient of Days — Europe A Prophecy — William Blake

’Tis the communion by Thirty by Jesuits; Twenty-third counts the beaming hour.

This burning contrition we pray and ply to the prangs of the heavy heart.

By the thinly apt graces; he comes the blessed son to consecrate a nation from illiberal stalwarts and ill-begotten billiards.

A coronating sex ’tis he.

The Ancient days have long come down to this Pinnacle.

A coronating apt to the fervent heart; fervent by the Almighty he appears reckless whereupon idles of havoc have been wrought by the Absolutism; doeth he proceed not?

A coronating paradise he graces swiftly upon these

Soils of the Almighty to ever be fruitful thereupon most profitable to Thy And We.

Or doeth this mighty son anointed by the Almighty proceed with our gainly lives by the mere price of thought or by the irrevocable turn of liberality;

By the niching advertisement of his Godful sex?

Doeth he prove himself avarice in these passages; Or does he become the Champion of the Liberal Law by Habeas Corpus, that anoints the bosom with the fairness of grace such as he; the son of Majesties from afar, akin Europa Shores.

League is not — League akin to oils; League crouched in atoned fleshes to the aptitude; this sovereignty has done much by this Leviathan of endowed men by the sex of their kind.

To serve this fair corpus is his redraw and constant redress; apt to price to pay and obey by the contrition’s script and spirit.

’Tis the day now whereby we live under the constant Graces of a Kingly Son.

’Tis the day now — Rejoice evermore — Rejoice, Rejoice.

[A Play Dear Reader; ’Twas In Dear Jests Or Was It?] — Who’s voicing is this…