Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.
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My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.
by Gabriel Ojeda-SaguéWander with me, between water and water,
as a program we use to gently suggest a set
of ramifications, two isolated owls, for the actions
that led to this, to you sitting beside me,
and you will cease ...