You dance and giggle to the strumming of your guitar, and your tranquil flow in the alluring sereneness shimmer and sparkle in the eventide’s sparkling rays.
Where gone your monsoon fury devouring neighboring farmers' field’s and washing their cattle and fowl? Your tentacles have sucked the foundations of their houses.
Now are you prowling to locate your prey for your yearly feast? Or, are you ruminating the sap of the drowned, farmer’s produce?
Rescind your pretensions and unravel your cruelty. Let the poor along your bank be not tempted to seek refuge in your warm but treacherous bossom.
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