When success faint,
And failure on us rain.
Then we'll be enjoined,
With phenomenons that are coined.
But if to help no one rise,
Then by problem will we be entice.
Until the clock tick,
And our suffering, Rapture lick.
Then in honour and glory,
Will we say our story.
Before the large lion,
That did reside in zion.
Hossannah, Hossannah, Hossannah! ,
A song sung by Hannah.
Will again and again be fill,
For that will our praises be.
C.2017
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