Wilderness of the Quaken Souls
Cast me to the seas that have shaken my soul
Throw me down for ignorance revealed as age old
Roll me asunder to the place my knees give way
Scourge my eyes for the things that went unseen in that day
How could I take comfort in a tale so untrue
I was not solid but exposed as milk laid and sopped
No glory is before them that gather at the base and await
Those who have fallen by the hands of that quake not by fate
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