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They whispered of a prison. Ragnarok engine humming
Wrapped, they, in darkness, dreaming. They are the mighty children
Behold the doomsday project. Frog legions bear their vessel
Seven in Earth and Heaven.
Once we were free.
And underneath the desert encased in frozen bedrock
Stacked sleeping agents waiting to see the gates burn open
The desert rip asunder. They grind the land like corn
Bleed oily peals of thunder
Above the tortured heavens so full of silent waiting
Howl screams of birth and triumph unlock the faceless hating
Bred in the depths of ocean. Of giant strength and tread
No hands defy their windstorm
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