Clouds
Fused together Like wrestling Titans Batallions gripped in grey warfare Cruise this arena As though the sky Stands against them The real enemies Above and below Flare and smoke at each other A power struggle David cannot win this time Unless the slow migration Whalelike and knowing Forgive us.
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