The leviathan and the dragon are my sides.
They are organs.
Esophageal and real.
A proclamation of myself on her mountain.
The rivers run, the tide shifts, she spills into the pores of our Union.
Records of her days on the city walls.
Whispers of her by strange foes.
Nesting time has come.
Join me in the blankets and throes of Hell.
She is my confession in the zero hour of capture.
Written by Brando
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