Defaulter of your clues
Surface's dark so often
Let me hide, sink and lose
In the belly of the Leviathan
When your guts are dirty
You consume your own blood
Drink the necessary
To satisfy your God
A feast for the Leviathan
I did have no mate in the Garden
Now I'm forsaken in the darkness
Have you got a craving?
Don't be ashamed, I used to
It feels like staying
Something we have to shoo
A shot of warm water
Slacks off in your three lungs
Luckily crushed and swallowed
I twist and split alone
In the belly of the Leviathan
I'm a feast for the Leviathan
I do have no mate in the water
Come again when you're any other
Madlame
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