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Revenge, upon their lips, was never so sweet..
to such, granted, a worthy cause..
once, brought to their knees.. .
all that was,
Beneath the waves, all three alone, to atone?
the curse, of being, turned to stone..
Amidst the sudden quake.. to shiver, shake;
to breathe again, to life awake.
What was, will now, in all essence be..
for here comes,
the war;
twixt land and sea..
the rage, to even up the score..
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