Born of violence,
bigger than the pyramids.
It would not swallow the sun
but if allowed would part the seas
for a moment
before killing the first born
and later born
as a set.
The heavens align.
The door is closed
but the keyhole is open.
It lost at roulette
but it holds a lottery ticket.
If it slithers through
we must take to the
tenth region of the night,
call upon our wizards
and mimic the sun.
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