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Such a dreadful beast lives to hunt its prey

It slumber has awoken a demon of immense destruction

It had devour flesh like it were tender meat

Feasting on bodies that cross it path

Never flinching or hesitation

Piles of carcasses left in its wake

More will die

Pain feels me to go on

Yet the truth must be recorded

God help us if that thing comes to light and decides to consume us all into nothing is left but it and the earth