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Can you bind down the serpent, his tongue, with a rope?

An underside of jagged rock, crooked teeth in rows

You wont forget the struggle, if you avoid the feed

Worming undercurrent, the tide belongs to me

The swell of steam from his snout is like fire through the reeds

His pungent breath makes them tremble in the dawning of disease

Nothing on this earth is equal

He was made to hold the sea creature without fear

Everything under heaven belongs to me

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