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Oh, Natahunt, singing in your rage
You killed, you killed, you killed, thou sage...
You are angry and vile and filled with hate
Against me, against me, against me you rage.
You stole your word from an eleven year old girl
You creep and lurk, and go back in time you churl.
For you are Death, Death I say...
And I may be walking through the Slough this day.
The Dobson flies are not like you, you runt
For they are harmless, yet you go on your hunt.
You wish to accuse me of your great crimes
And you killed, you killed, you are not wise.
You have merged with me in my very mind
Another Doppelganger, from another time.
One, and Two and then there's Three,
I cannot say their names you see.
For all three of you have circumvented me
And you stole your word from an Eleven Year Old wee
Little lass, and you tortured my soul
For you wish to capture me in your grassy knoll
Of erasure, and spies, and licensed assassins
Yet you are Antichrist, and I never blasphemed.
You are great, and greatly despised
Oh Antichrist, you are Edom in the starry skies,
Who came down upon your chariot of flames
And stole my work the day I was chained.
And you do not exist, you are not alive...
You are of all men, most vile.
For you crept into my house the day I went away
And with Ziddon and Moab and Tyre you came
And stole my blessed stories you curse
But I have caught you, and you are the first
The elder, the elder, you are you are,
I am the younger, yet you lived among the stars.