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| I will rip and tear and claw at the underbelly of deceptiveness. I will chew with round nubs of teeth, biting at an angle, cheek flush against scales. | |
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| I will writhe and lurch and scratch with clawed feet, unable to reach you, I contort to try. | |
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| You are the last dragon to slay, deceptiveness. All have fallen, but you. You call out at night your siren song, rustling soft branches, gliding over blue moonlit water. | |
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| But when the enchanted soul wafts towards my harmonious melody, I reveal its horrific edge, splicing him in two at the torso, and devouring. | |
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| So I'll bite and claw and chew at your soft spots, deceptiveness. Your scales are tough, but not impenetrable. I'll wear them away, I'll win with attrition. You'll fall, you last dragon, you'll fall. | |
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