Blended fabric forms the web
As I’m tangled in your
Many limbs
The storm of man and blood and soul
And a woman out of time
Struggling to breach the subject
Of an attack on the palace
Her people ransacked
The rations burned
By godless heathens
But I’m just a fly, and what can I do
If God decides to flood the spout
With 40 days and 40 nights of debauchery.
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