Our basic cradle forever been in mire unfathomable
Denying our attuning to compilation of elements critical
For reviving the manhood skipping the soft palms infancy,
After the fabled deluge the imperious survival in hours crucial
Carrying the blooming arch of still motion in continuous obligation
Expunging every possibility of heaven blest in afternoon break.
By the evening end bell tolling summarizing the archers in default,
Bereft of recollections before the vital thrust disembarking from ark
For diving through the channel endless in terrible hardships exorbitant
Until the chambers found in fire with all whiteness consuming the deficient.
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