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Hyrda
Mortal so he comes,
Be it not for his immortal crowned head,
Thorned upon the throes of man and beast.
His eyes fall upon the soul of Hadies world,
Formed against decapitated ring heads.
Maybe his past soul fell among the rubble of distant times,
Punished by Zeus to see all gaze into his octopian eyes.
Every man fears his stare,
poisoned among those iris hollowed strong,
Like the holes of Christian feet,
Bleeding for eternity among the sin
Of what once was.
