Loud, proud, cloud, alooud, shroud!
From ages to all generations;
But, rejoice always in Yahweh,
The Creator of all things.
Phonic, cacophonic, Anglophonic, sonic, Panasonic!
Press on hard towards the mark of the prize;
To win a prize,
And, to make yourself known.
Unity, dignity!
Love and peace to the one who writes for others to read;
Howevr, there is a thorn in the flesh today,
As hatred takes over the earth.
Late, consolidate, date, mate, sate, state, ate, bate, hate!
And to roar like a lion in the forest;
But, the right time has now come for the huge gathering,
Of the faith and, of the people of the truth.
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