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The King of Beasts has made its bed
The Eagle soars
The Bull is strident
The Man is weary
But still defiant
Yet, throughout, all have remained
A constant reminder of things unnamed
Viewing the goings on
Following scripts of noble anons
[The reckoning is nigh]
Serpents slither into dens
They know what’s coming
It's called The End
The pain the woe the anger, fear
Is the result of what is clear
No cave no hollow no building stands
All is revealed
What once was banned
He Who has come to judge the past
And, with one last mighty gasp
The seal is broken
This, the one that was long unspoken
Loosening the hordes of those now awoken
The sky turns dark and thunder rumbles
Lightning strikes
Thiefdoms tumble
The arrogance of man is made bare for all to see
He who was allotted much time
To muzzle his own vanity
Evil now knows it was its undoing
All its altars destroyed
And of its own choosing
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