Beware, small tortoise, of the times to come
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For filled they'll be of strange and unknown things:
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The Sea Queen freezing you cold and numb,
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Eagle minds, although they have no wings.
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Philosophers just got out of their bath,
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With new ideas such as no-one has seen,
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Pray that you shall be spared Vorbis's wrath,
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His appetite for blood is far too keen.
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A fearsome desert trek will soon await you,
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Where snakes and small gods lurk in every place.
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Experiences which to gods are quite new
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Will form new insights on the human race.
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Though many eagles circle overhead,
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The human eagle's the one you should dread.
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