Fury is a shred of anger in nightmares,
Cleansing this spirit with a poison, you fail.
Barley and oats must be eaten furiously
To make dangerous men learn of food.
Ceremonious battles engage in waters
Then inside the river and then the sea.
Serenity was accompanied by calm of highness,
Fury had magically removed itself,
A remedy was action enough, actions.
An obdurate general worked mystery
So often then inside the waters of the sea.
So furious was the water of this ocean
That the proofs of mathematics accused us.
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