New Relic (Relic) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Everything remain
Swing indulgence over
The blazor's rope
It's a worn cable
Corp pleasance
Charitable persons
Glorious corpse
Remaining unite
Indigence, new scheme
Evidence, newer building
Would be noticed, flimsy
New familiar destinaion
But the mantle of flames dons
„All goes well, knotted, vanquished“
„All goes well. I'd suffer in my right hand“
To height of the first floor
In a dormitory of it
They aren't yours
Evidence, newer building
„I will risk existence“
„I will kneel in continuation“
„I will arrive“
That appeared in bassin
Two fashion supposed
I will risk cannonade
We owe him might
Longer, they address each other
Terminated like a kettle
Even the faint and distant sound
Remaining unite
What's the matter with my right paw
Quick, give it to me
Long firing doubt
A first cannonblade