Out on a limb or platter
Looking for Nephilium
I've seen him
Does the dark matter, matter
He's as mad as that hatter
Like rain in a splatter
They fell
Leathery Wings make a hell of a sound
When shorn off and used for a mattress
A Giant among men now ground in the ground
Like mourners in the chilled October air
We gather like a chorus
And play our dirges there.
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