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As a giggle snakes around shimmering meins of a turn,
Leviathan storms shepherd polarities purest burn.
Candor descends archaically ,
transcending a witches history.
Virtuous sabers expressing gagging tongues dispersed blood,
debriefing monstrous cores of an emotional flood.
Actions taken place no child can do,
tattered limbs of narratives untrue.
Acid reigns consuming a starving combatants frail cry,
dressed in heels and fishnets a Seraph plays while time runs nigh.
Mistakenly taken for a doll,
a warrior drafted for weak to fall.
She breathes with discernment raised by expressions of a brow,
clutching dribble of a conciliating chowder-head cow.
Executing a flaxen formed lance,
unescorted by the Lord of chance.