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Disturbs in grave repentance cracking upon the ocean’s rattle,buckling swords like a python’s tongue, madness I billowin the dusk, drysalter’s poison that pierces me in battlea fool’s dance sparred, soon falling as a leaf of willow;the razor edge of fate, wearing bone and caitiff dustin father’s displease, death tantrums veins of the ghostlauded violence in … Continue reading (!) billowing.