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Created on: August 24, 2008
A sleeping beast beneath a placid lake
Has risen, trailing venom in his wake.
Young innocents on whom he fell now cower
In tearful terror of pent-up unleashed power.
His lashing tongue has spat forth flame, his grin
Has left its lifelong scars beneath their skin.
His wounding done, he drags his loathsome bulk
Beneath the swirling waters, there to sulk.
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