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An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pressures with nefarious intent. A giant squid is snatched, bursting ink and limbs.

The Kraken appears, crepuscular eyes nocturne, its beak slurping up the last of its kill. The chomp of its jaws is hummingbird speed, its gaze firm and never wavers from the enchanted. She sung a lament to lachrymose fountains, under the sea this sylph beauty.

The Kraken watched for her to give away her longing, it could trade for her voice box. A flicker of the ember light bursts when it gathers. She glistens, intimates for life outside the sea. Its tentacles rubbed a visage of an evil deed, approaches the princess goddess of Atlantis.

Spinning a fiddle riddle, lace bows ennui, nervously extending strikes agreement novelties. Binds her, ink swirls, bolts strobe her defilement. Torn asunder then grotesquely stitches together, a woman walks crooked in the sand morning.

Behold this carnival perversion of nature, legs sewn backwards, hole in throat and jagged teeth. Saucers protruding green countenance smiles, stay back for it’s human flesh she adores to feast. A mockery mutant spouts dignitary below the sea.

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