Muse nine hundred and ninth

Reputed youngest daughter
Groz, names of showers,
You, pollination of a subsidiary
Grom, like the wings of hives!
Lightning byley spilled,
Fogginess praying thoughts,
prescription, you plow up overkill,
Rust shine your oxidised!
towers, knocking, nabatili,
Vienna rose at a gallop.
The sky bathed in the crater,
Noon was standing on the mine.
Ray olovel on vessels.
AND, as the sands on the sandstorm,
Clubs guesswork midday
Choking mouth madness.
Your same verb of osilival,
But from the world's grains
Crunch on the teeth, both from the dust,
He resembled a duel.

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