1/
Projecting, man-browed
A race, all else
For blood's rampage
Hot flows round.
Out each field, wild-like
For his warring
Do those gore-toothed
Breaths resound!
2/
What as outer wastes
But of Nature
Tells: wind-hollow;
In its hurt.
As much is, pine-whined
On air, pine-ached
Of a meaninglessness
Heard to blurt!
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