| In cold recesses of infinite time
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| I have slept beneath the grime
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| Then from the surface world
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| Came to me with prying hands
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| And plucked me from the sand
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| Dissect my body in search of power
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| Clandestine secrets of the shell
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| Intrigued by my longevity
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| In an environmental hell
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| My smashed and broken form shall give rise
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| To horrors undreamt of by the mind
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| Alive since time immemorial
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| To be dredged from our home
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| I shall not relinquish the secrets of the slime
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| They are mine, and mine alone
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| 500 years existed, dormant, and without a care
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| Free from the tyranny of air
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| Witnessed the rise the fall of Empires from beneath the waves
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| And seen my slimebrethren enslaved
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| Suddenly man takes an interest in me; |
| i’m swept up and caged
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| Probed and desecrated, left to bake out in the sun
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| They shall suffer for their wrongs
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| For a thousand aeons
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| We have havested the souls
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| Of much greater things than you
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| In the end my death
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| Shall be a sacrifice
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| In the service of his truth |