Miscellenous Memoirs- Twins in Trio

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Twins in Trio- Gracefully Gracious

How'd ye' be when terror reproaches thee...
Where to could any then flee?
Normalized in this norm, if only her storming storm could you but see...
What thinks ye of the hexagonal honeycomb's busy bee?
It's medicinal belly cures ye into a cheerful glee...
Or remember then none but thy own self as a bare babe, how so wee...
Who brought ye into strength? Rooted firm and tall as a towering tree....

A cry to proclaim Jesus, then only to mock and instead deify John locke or chant ye Jay-shree?
These many a magnitude repeat a historic feat, locked fates for locked knees....

Twins in Trio- Remorsefully Rebellious

Read! Read in the name of thy Lord, entirely merciful & especially merciful!
Read aloud and high, to rectify!
Heard in the seven skies, to sanctify!
So perhaps thy hearts then, in truth, testify!
And yer charred characters may beautify!

Yet all I see be black hearts spotted in spotify!
So would then he who takes one master be equal to he who'd many! Of wealth & lusts deify?
So with what insignificance would you, your lifeless life signify?
Verily, this approach would surely incur God's reproach & yer deeds all but nullify! 

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