There are hummingbirds so large in my dreams if one had a saddle and a spirit pure untainted as to not leave the bird whom cries thunder
Storm of deities
Unexplained deities of mammal gods
Whos wings thunderclap
Pulses of vibrations
Not to leave the bird succeptabble to curses
Or other unholy calculations
For this shall triumph
Ignite the wicker
So there is light all night
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