Convolution.
Coiled!
Rolled together;
Real, realm!
Elect one,
Peaceful one,
With no graven images around you.
To view life!
From the top of the mountain around;
War! !
To cry out like a woman in labour;
Destroying the land,
With the works of evil.
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