Raised in funnels trickled by the cast
Grew the slow of decades
piled steeple cringe the mast
looms with red abolished.
Drove the pedal crippled by the sand
that's flown the tank of fire
she ranks the sphinx in groans
and closed the flood in two.
Uphold the maze of falcons
that films the hazy cape
unbuckled in a fleet of blunders
this mallet curls the shape.
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