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    1. The Swallowing Monster

    From the recording Skinflint

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    He heard outside the terror
    Panic-stricken they were running
    From the shadow spanning
    The swallowing monster

    The shapeless evil grew
    Touching the rays of the sun
    Blinding the village whole
    In its nebulous pall

    He saw the metamorphosis
    Of horns and sheep and humans
    Taking the form of all
    The cries it swallowed

    He felt his time was up
    There was nowhere to run
    He grabbed his spear to fight
    He too was swallowed alive

    Twisted rivers
    Floating in its belly
    Carrying trees
    .. And living things

    His wounds were deep
    Unable to swim
    Against the stream
    Of destiny

    A buzzing orchestra
    Of egg laden flies
    Awaited him
    By the river banks


    Standing on the terrain
    Made of crocodile skin
    He looked across the horizon

    Huts stood occupied
    With people almost dead
    Held together with sutures

    He saw teeth in the clouds
    Protruding from the sky
    Raining Saliva

    The pain in his soul
    Tears in despondency
    Is this the village of the dead?

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