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Washed up on the sandy beach amidst the summer rain, The mighty king of the Pacific lay in persecuting pain. The creature wailed with ***** prowess, but his health was soon to wane, And by the morning that came after, sovereign was reduced to stain. Vultures from the distance ripped apart his tender flesh With spit to sear his wounded majesty and claws to tear and thresh. The wicked gang of savage butchers in a loathsome, boorish mesh Would make a swollen, seething carcass of our one-time Venkatesh. Three days after passing, fallen Caesar, set to rise, Was then revoked his Heaven’s passage, and left wallowed in demise: A body plagued by every virus; swarmed by avaricious flies, Stranded, rotting, in the Earth realm, ‘stead of claiming his due prize. Hurricanes, October, brought the wrath of Davy Jones To wreak an evil-minded havoc and to thrive on victim moans, And dash the Herculean skeleton upon the crags and stones To rain on thousands with the splinters of his elephantine bones.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
The Whale
Washed up on the sandy beach amidst the summer rain, The mighty king of the Pacific lay in persecuting pain. The creature wailed with ***** prowess, but his health was soon to wane, And by the morning that came after, sovereign was reduced to stain. Vultures from the distance ripped apart his tender flesh With spit to sear his wounded majesty and claws to tear and thresh. The wicked gang of savage butchers in a loathsome, boorish mesh Would make a swollen, seething carcass of our one-time Venkatesh. Three days after passing, fallen Caesar, set to rise, Was then revoked his Heaven’s passage, and left wallowed in demise: A body plagued by every virus; swarmed by avaricious flies, Stranded, rotting, in the Earth realm, ‘stead of claiming his due prize. Hurricanes, October, brought the wrath of Davy Jones To wreak an evil-minded havoc and to thrive on victim moans, And dash the Herculean skeleton upon the crags and stones To rain on thousands with the splinters of his elephantine bones.
Aidan Corr Olsen (c) 2014
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
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