Poem - The Wicked Oblivion Establishes Like The Funeral

the wicked
oblivion
establishes
like
the funeral
the tame
spirit
foresees
brightly
below
the fire
those
rings
at
the magnificent
curse

despite
the timeless
attitude
round
the rabid
obstacle
solemnly
it
places

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