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Sorry 'Bout Ur Rapture
(a Petrarchan sonnet)
Rapture: 'tis a day to hark and then to rise
Harold's angels, you've heard tell
Will lead us out of earthly jail
To bear witness to His heav'nly eyes
Alas! Alack! Some will not go
Forth to the great beyond
They'll awaken to a darkened dawn
Such shall be your fate, you filthy ho.
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