Vermithrax Pejorative

Give me your daughters! 
  The ones who not know the flesh of the man 
  Dress her in flowers 
  The garnish of ages past 

  I will not burn your homes 
  I will spare you 
  I am old, near death 
  I still feel this hunger 

  People have killed 
  All of my children 
  Their spear pierced my throat 
  I am the last of my kind and my blood 
  Flows like a river right into your mouths 
  Filling your bellies 

  As I bleed 
  As I flounder 
  Now in the clouds 
  The realm of my father 

  You've failed! 
  Astute intervention 
  I am the wyrm 
  Killed by a man using lightning 

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  I'm dying now 
  I always have been 
  Your alchemy 
  Will diminish me 
  It leads to death 
  And chemistry 

  People have killed 
  All of my children 
  Their spear pierced my throat 
  I am the last of my kind and my blood 
  Flows like a river right into your mouths 
  Filling your bellies 

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