text_original: "Is the White God enraged? Let him take up his sword, I will fall if it thus is designed; But he sits in the skies, and the thoughts he sends down which forever are clouding my mind."
text_transcription: IS THE WHITE GOD ENRAGED LET HIM TAKE UP HIS SWORD I WILL FALL IF IT DOES HIS DESIGNED BUT HE SITS IN THE SKIES AND THE THOUGHTS HE SENDS DOWN WHICH FOR EVER ARE CLOUDING MY MIND
phonemes: "ɪz ðə wˈaɪt ɡˈɑːd ɛnɹˈeɪdʒd? lˈɛt hˌɪm tˈeɪk ˌʌp hɪz sˈɔːɹd, aɪ wɪl fˈɔːl ɪf ɪt ðˈʌs ɪz dɪzˈaɪnd; bˌʌt hiː sˈɪts ɪnðə skˈaɪz, ænd ðə θˈɔːts hiː sˈɛndz dˌaʊn wˌɪtʃ fɚɹˈɛvɚɹ ɑːɹ klˈaʊdɪŋ maɪ mˈaɪnd."