A Sudden War Poem by Ander Greigon

Tell me fought would not deny,
Ouch and candice never pry,
Since of my authority;
Tall and short; so tapestry:

Nick a wind of devotion,
Sail through far ends and suggestion,
Mind my ought of question;
Fill the hands of deity run:

'Til the sun hathe forth,
Watch all gloomy north,
Quite a destined sort;
Will and sorry worth:

Fill my empathy,
Rush through fishes glee,
Rims were a dynasty;
Lack of clude would soccoumb wee:

Face the threat to your kins,
Seem a motion deal His,
Try not lie through seeker's quiz;
Really sour oust quee:

Power and the lamb,
Change a color of rehab,
Plain gestures were not crab;
Laugh allegiance rises fab:

Not to my travesty,
Aunt and fice nod to thee,
Plea on my authority;
What a miracle could be.