Thy cave embalmed of cold clay and slippery mud
My burden blepharon to aged skeleton
Dost thou capture my courage in thorn' bud
And darkest image stare at thee in centuries ton

Wimp hath me and tongue as dry
As that of Zeus' for power atemporal
And faith behelped fate from wry to try
And cries streaming swift from eye and oral

Doeth the naked earth hears the howls of thee
Or flee hath he from lethal' sting
And brims of red fuel slid in the heart of he
That flips bliss away with his hands and wing'

Who, hath made thee lost in tempest maze
Curse to he i recites, to the bane of his face


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