From the pit of tar waters,
the heart of death,
rises the beast,
with fierce countenance,
none know how he got there,
he tortures all,
in visions and I know
Leviathan won't be restrained,
but he lives in me,
babbling on as we row to Hades,
so he wraps around me,
telling tales, whispering lovelessness,
he's iniquity, my mystery
and I'm a man of lawlessness.
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