JOB

smote o
are the oxen
black ewes
the camels
& slaves
your(s)
burning along
w/ yr sweet
sheep & asses
kindlefor
ash dunes
I tell you what
I tell
you

JOB

faintly a shell becomes a hatchback secretes
dark juiceblood & files
thru passive gates of Uz

JOB

& rote Job I,
I do ready
done slit the dark voice
as sparks fly up
I, do my
godly ironing out
put stars on my brain
continuously
as it is long
strings
on toward me
a toad
pointing ish

dirt

orations
 

JOB

They his children
sons for every day
hairs, chains, days
They green grass up &
bristle it
grow fur purposes

gentle deer They

yellow here

hair fields, sheer crops

daysshaved off

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