Thursday, February 27, 2014

The nineteenth call

The god of the underworld,
The heart of Eve,
That or which,
Or also,
From or of,
The transcendental concept as being biologically animate or alive,
Shall in no wise pass from the law,
Till all be fulfilled.

He pronunced the i so remissly,
As it is scarce heard,
And in pronunciation,
Of the whole word,
Sounded with one breath,
Fourth call,
Until last debauch of doorway,
Around the same time the,
True and faithful relation,
Doctor of Library Science,
Delivered you a rod with the ark of knowledge.

A mathematical statement in symbols that,
Two things are the same,
A root of a function,
On the whole complex plane is called,
An entire function,
Is called the order of the pole,
A simple zero,
Which understood mystically,
Spirit and Opportunity,
Due to intense heat in the heart,
With the equation of complete trust.

Even now my Son,
The city draweth near whose name is,
With the grave citizens,
With the great throng,
Be friendly unto me,
In whom the sixthousand-threehundred-thirty-two,
The nineteenth call,
Let there be no one creature equal with another,
Let them differ in their qualities,
Of Vndfyled knwledg.

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