The murmuring cracks of the containing plates
Spanning from the continent to concealed veins
Neck breaking the prerogative of master achievements,
Things somehow managed through the decades
Rummaging the oars abated to navigate the sail,
Confronting the winds degenerated time and again
From the beginners end intertwined adverse sequences.
Alienating selves for time being constrained in displeasure
Of wings flapping in mightier vein dissuading the angels,
To recuperate the set back entailed by the archers blinded.
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