Bane Of The Ancient Whales
Akimbo
GENRE On the blood of sailors. And through a spyglass eye. Forgotten monsters haunt the deepest ponds. Those black eyes searching. Neglecting the aid of stars. A perfect triad, serrated, caked with blood and bones. Jaws descend. The teeth rip the skin like razors. Time fathoms the graveyard of whales
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