(Painter: Salvator Rosa)
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The sky quaked with a horrendous bubbling sound.
The hounds raced around now, their eyes all blasted out-
With another socket, pulsed, bleeding on the ground!
They snarled at the air for every fragrant drop
which they picked up, filling their drive like a dark cup.
Their bark, their bite, their bark, their bite, their bark, their bite.
To run around some more across the island's skies-
Don't bother looking up, for what is high is down,
like the spill of a cup- No sickness, no mortals.
Onto the peasants of Lescuprica he rode.
The working class had festered inside the dead rich.
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