BATS

Give me your daughters!
The ones who not know the flesh of the man
Dress her in flowers
The garnish of ages past

I will not burn your homes
I will spare you
I am old, near death
I still feel this hunger

People have killed
All of my children
Their spear pierced my throat
I am the last of my kind and my blood
Flows like a river right into your mouths
Filling your bellies

As I bleed
As I flounder
Now in the clouds
The realm of my father

You've failed!
Astute intervention
I am the wyrm
Killed by a man using lightning

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I'm dying now
I always have been
Your alchemy
Will diminish me
It leads to death
And chemistry

People have killed
All of my children
Their spear pierced my throat
I am the last of my kind and my blood
Flows like a river right into your mouths
Filling your bellies

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