Consecration.
screw us assembled, that pursuant to race
fate ...
how can a poet than
darkness of the law?
vibrate naked the Wind, and questioned the Sea
for revenge but forgive, forget even
Abel.
Our view was consecrated
another brother in law of the land did
own blood.
Let these arms
who have cried, you want
Desire!
Brother,
made six men from your
so many deaths,
never look at us poets? We
to you, and us.
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