A Tide Keeled—Dirt's Blasphemed
Crumbling flints quake's deciphered roam— Clench fury! Quench crackled! Drench, harvest, and stone. Raze slumped companions to heights dredged as slumber. Bereave bland escape. Confront doorways thrice-plundered.
Asleep past feud's blinking... Awash with earth's sinking... Awake to hate's gravel... Abate torment's rabble...
Curl bones past wooled thickets, and scrape lost eye's drone. Fence rebellion in gurgles that choke, blight, and hone.
Bring us home! Bring us home! Bring us home to the vale! Draw our steps, cold and bearded. Till where journeymen flail. Flag each ridge darned as clusters too slanted to save. Bring us home! Bring us home! Dream us out of wait's grave.
Humble each squint as mistake's churlish loam— Stitch purely! Midge spiteful! Descend, shake, and foam! Barrel traditions ignited to stutter. Beseech rankled fate. Debase unraveled blunder.
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