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the rebel cloaked

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i-shh-Q

Pull the snare, 

and open the blinds.

Untether the stallion, 

let loose the sublime.

Permit us to enter the Empyrean.

Submit and drown,

Feel the wind water graze.

It's an awakening from an insensate state

to riotous sustenance.

Layla and Majnun,

the mountains have not ceased weeping.

i s h q

Morning is coming soon.