You shall not have your sacrifice today
Though you stare with menacing scorn
At the small of my rusty resolve
It is them I fear
The many heads that fall
In obeisance to your luscious form
Haughty god of the secret mangroves,
The world of gods is not the world of men
Tis the heads that bow will butt you down.
I will not give your sacrifice today.
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