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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