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FROM THE RISING SEA
From the rising sea strolled the fiend,
A male serpent of solemn might.
A manifestation of night,
Scales, remnants of wings convened.
Children were no longer portals,
The feast must be a regions fate.
Time for a purge of God's mortals,
Swollen, their desires, innate.
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