Twice more the tale

strong sails

Thorn to the brow

Spare no sting

Pressed and weary

Doubting minds

Project the prospects


Lash to the back

Peel the skin

Opened and naked

Ravenous hordes

Forfeit the appetite


Nail to the wrist

Twice more the tale

Bruised and afflicted

Desperate soil

Drink the purest blood


Spear to the side

Grasp the air

Washed and forsaken

Driving rains

Caress the landscape


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