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for a moment I flounder

like these thoughts are not my own

under gales that flay and vex the earth

till no love can restore

yet again we stand to face

the ire of an incensed god

ablaze with hate

the wretch finds no reprieve

no surcease for his torment

no deliverance from his sins

and again deprived of pride,

of peace, and tread upon, he dies

coalesce now

repressed how

you were left in a desert

to fend for your own

that vile crown

we'll burn down

as the gods come tumbling down

in the blaze of a rising sun

with ardor

with passion

we'll tear down

to build anew