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"You hear that?"

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I am made In the molten flames Of Olympus

But even now I am stricken With a sense of dread

Unease floods me I could be standing At the gates of Tartarus And fighting Cerberus With chopsticks

But this strong perturbation Sticks to me Like fog on a river meander

My skull is oozing icy crystals Each thought heightened And though I have never lost I concede To a single thought No, an instinct: I am prey

And there's nothing I can do.

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