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Leviathan

This sinister rhyme
Sinking down ocean depths
You call on me to awaken the night
Not the first, not the last

Leaving my throne
Ascending mountain waves
My soldiers follow, heavens asunder
Fire and sky become one

Slip skin believer
On the pyre with the dead
Ready to bow to a new successor

A thousand years
So few stand between us
Hope retreats but always returns

I grow so bored
And the depression grows
Belly is fat and I sweat underwater
Sleep apnea all the time

Horns, horns, horns
They shimmer a watery world
Wings torque the sunlight
Hundreds descend

My shrine buckles
And I can barely stand up
Flesh pulling but anchored down
A familiar face arrives

Slip skin believer
On the pyre with the dead
Ready to bow to a new successor

A thousand years
So few stand between us
Hope retreats but always returns






Written by CarrionCrow44
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