What a glory to de night sky, what a glory to de creator of de Black sky, lined by de Black star liners. De children of de night are havin deir time out in ises of fire, glorifyin Almighty Creator, while muma moon is havin some ooments of intimacy with pupa sun, but gona join dem soon. De bush babies, de crickets, de cats & de dogs & de ouls are in full cry, ises of de night are in de air. Say glory be unto de Creator of de Iniverse. From de Black hole through de Black mystics to Black Glory.
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