A Broken Rhythm Fallen Out of Favor.

I promise to keep the cross aloft,
my magic missles midddling majority.
MASSIVE!
Mayhaps, a ship, perchance to dream
electric oars who sing of charms
and earthly delights or when
saliors sail into the night.

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