The battlefield of the then Chola king,
the genetically inherited child of Sembiyan
appeared like the ghastly demons using the skulls
of the opponents - which once having had the head with hair –
as the base for the lamps, pouring the brains
of the dead as ghee, making their thickened intestines
as the wicks for these lamps, taking these one by one
and lighting those multiple lamps with joy!
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