They have wings, but will we ever know?
[1] Woe to the land of whirring wings
along the rivers of Cush,
[2] which sends envoys by sea
in papyrus boats over the water.
Go, swift messengers,
to a people tall and smooth-skinned,
to a people feared far and wide,
an aggressive nation of strange speech,
whose land is divided by rivers.
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God bless and best regards,
Bro. Rontabs
