The extract is bitter
A poisonous hard hitter
A third of the earth burned
Two thirds in turn spurned
Upon the fountains of waters
Hitherto the sons of daughters
The sea turned into blood
Red toned toxic flood
A large star fell from heaven
Glory to a holy seven
An evil order brotherhood
And a falling star named Wormwood
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