Through wailing wind and rain go under,
dropped in line whilst fading humming lore
brings a common sea of whiter wonder,
destination calls then cries, disembogues in roar.
Raging will come wiser. Wise and wicked as the seer
call the nebulosity and wrings pounding twinges cold.
Sole volition loud and louder, loud and louder as could hear.
Lechery corrupts the eye, benevolence consuming old.
Prodigious fight may come, desperate it calls thee anger
and hammer gores constancy, blunt wilt chastest will.
A raucous voice under purple and black and amber.
Debilitating gloom lays solid body still.
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