The basin of sand
By a claw of drips;
Such pungent its’
To crawl the dead.
All defied n void;
The red clot flow.
Cruel as tis’ look;
Lament it a bliss.
No brave can deny
The bliss in show.
On dance of Shiva,
On crumb calm kis',
Womb the phoenix
A new era is begun.
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