| «Write a story, Any story
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| But let it have dragons…»
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| O Gods of war
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| In the jungle corridor
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| I feel your haughty presence
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| Feasting the Manticore
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| She stalks the shadows, burning
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| The smoke is thick and reeks of blood
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| Her hunger an eternal yearning
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| Tantric, necromantic
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| A wank fantasy of faith
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| She religiously feeds
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| A feverous all man-eater
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| In the trees I see
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| Her eyes like slithering She Of Snakes
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| Monstrous this Chimera
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| In her beautiful anger
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| Screaming from the pulpit
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| Damnation’s oratory
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| She is the whispering poisoned dart
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| And the breath of armageddon all around
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| The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures
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| Anthropophagous
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| Manticora
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| Press the silent violin of frisson over horror
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| In my forced hand
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| Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies
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| Death endorsed invades our lands
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| Gigantic, pyromantic
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| A beast of naked flame
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| Panting blackened masses
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| From her opulant Godhead
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| Ill-barred are those tongues
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| Spread wings eclipse her frame
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| And in her deep crevasses
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| Kundalini vents unfed
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| In darkness
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| Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth
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| She comes to masticate you whole
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| She is the bane of mothers
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| Grand Leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras
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| What man would damn the world to summon her?
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| Be still
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| Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer
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| The Perverse acid queen
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| Ten thousand pillars in her heart
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| Uphold a cracked palace of frozen killers
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| And the mirror in her soul
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| Polished black for scrying nightmares
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| Bubbles with a lust
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| That yearns to burn again
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| Razor backed, She attacks
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| Empire’s battle cat
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| A creature of the white devil’s rule
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| Mythical and mystical
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| Provinces will recall
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| The swarm of refugees from her pall
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| Mimicking victims
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| With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain
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| Awful claws hold rapport
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| With the skins of mankind
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| She is the whispering poisoned dart
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| And the breath of armageddon all around
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| The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures
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| A lick of fire on her lips
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| As silent as a will o wisp
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| She comes amongst you all, tigressive
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| Blazing in her pride
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| Hellraising horrors from the dark-side…
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| Manticore |