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Twas the Sea Giant of Zoding Fust
Twas in the waters, I waborn from flames and lust Ripped from the stars and the zoding fust Cast into the salty and swirlin mesty sea Twas in the sky, I was as a cloud in the sky and condsing for life to jofully cry Cast to be a waste washed down from the batle between eunonia and phoslo I fel as rainwater into the sea as the lively seuma wished so Twas on the earth, that lively seuma minted me like coin with din The zoding fust doctrines and counsels are tattoed into my skin As a watery mirrection of the heavens above Twas here, I was moulded to be an iron fetter for the ceel of stars kind of If the bright demons go up, I drag them bak down to dardtars If the eunonic angels descend to earth, I chase them back up to nothigness Though I am unwilling and forced to dothis duty Twas here, I was crafted to be a distiller between pure and impure To be gatherin place al substances on Gai-tan To release the light back into the heaveabove the skierms Though I am unwilling and forced to dothis duty Twas here, I was designed to be a spong that washes awa dirt from the bere Just as the ten cies are cleaned through the three turbing wheels Though I am want dardtars and eunonia to destro all Though I am unwilling and forced to do thijob (The sea giant from Manichaean theology)
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