Ethereal bodies
Clothed in serpentine
Which hands carry
With sharp claws
Hunting monsters gorged
Of primal rage
Rowed at the feet
Trees that breathe
Battered earth
Sick in its bosom
Rumbling and pouring
Its volcanic breath
Birds of prey
In an army of child beasts
Who prepare to avenge
Their mother in agony
[Birds of prey]< br/>Ethereal bodies
Clothed in serpentine
Are borne by hands
With sharp claws
Preying monsters throbbing
With a primitive rage
Lurking among the trees
That inhale and exhale
The wounded earth
Ill at heart
Rumbles and pours
Volcanic breath
The birds of prey
A beast- children army
Preparing to avenge
Their motherâs agony

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