When the stars are bright,
On a moon-less night,
A majestic creature rises from the ocean,
And comes into sight...
It preys on the sapien mind,
Dark and blind,
Only to return to the Grind...
That forbidden Fruit,
Which bears the canine,
Calls for the Saturnine,
To quench its thirst,
From the Brine...
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