Whip smacks welt skin thick or thin,
Calluses envelope spores,
Reservoirs hold balms within,
Hopes stock soothes if rightly stored.
At sight, lashes do wither,
Turn sweet potent solutions.
With corrosions most bitter,
Furies mark devolutions.
Mind's scalpel probe cuts and finds,
Light and sifts out god's jewel gift,
Entrails which grow by design,
An eagle's peers down sharp cliffs.
All things do perish save one,
Weeds slash trees, splashes sand rocks.
Foe's flames smelt, pain forges some,
Steel to fear’s knocks, preying hawks.
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