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Scuttle



Sisters, spin and plunge. This
morass home breaks.

Sisters, we pray. Fold
our hands, pat and stroke.

Dwindled and fragmented, we
invoke Him.

Domine Deus Omnipotens in Cuius
Manu Omnis Victoria Consistit

We behold a stir; a scent of
sweet breath threads the air.

Sisters, scurry, hurry. A
scrape enkindles our thirst.

Sisters! She comes closer,
ever closer. Betimes we sup.
Written by Atakti
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