Walk like a giant, a liar amongst thieves..... Twenty four carat brocade with cast iron sleeves. I lie awake plotting in the night as you sleep.I am the bane of the wolf, a dark sheppard herding his sheep.Some call on my name, fortune, and fame.In the end thier teeth are left gnashing.... tasting sulphur and flame.Imminent, arrogant, grandeurous.... I.The fallen in Tartarus waiting to rise.Deciever of harlots, keeper of scorn.Reaper of sorrow, your enemy sworn.As in the days of Noah the flood waters rise.....hour hand upon the eleven, as Saturn returns with the tide.


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