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Mammoth Grinder

Can you bind down the serpent, his tongue, with a rope?
An underside of jagged rock, crooked teeth in rows
You won't forget the struggle, if you avoid the feed
Worming undercurrent, the tide belongs to me
The swell of steam from his snout is like fire through the reeds
His pungent breath makes them tremble in the dawning of disease
Nothing on this earth is equal
He was made to hold the sea creature without fear
Everything under heaven belongs to me






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