Whirlwinds!
Beseige,
A grievous vision;
To cease,
To plunder,
Filled with pain.
To leas,
To bow down;
In dismay.
Coup, couple!
In the daytime and,
Every night;
In the struggle for peace.
Illegal lust,
There is no hope in you;
Because, you are always filled with hatred.
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