A violent thrust,
As the horn of his majesty’s
Head strikes sail;
And circumvents prevention
Burning the hull with oil and death.


The spiritual center of Egypt;
Speaking Sodom’s mind,
And a great many things
Whose lips are uncircumcised,
And culminates in a trail of dead.

Molestations slip through their fingers;
And the cabinets filled with fragments
Of History’s identities,

Tracing back through time,
The evidences of schism and divide.


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