Myth's of Old

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They came, they saw, all filled with awe
The greatest thing, its lethal sting
Its sharp teeth with poison beneath
Glowing eyes, bright red and dry

The scientists pass that it’s a new class
The mystics shudder at fears they can’t utter
The gods even frown, they’ve lost their crown
El Chupacabra

But as they stare, others are scared
For on the beach, more than a leech
Its neck is long, its tail is strong
The teeth are white, a threatening bite

The believes laugh, the teachers trapped
Everything flipped, the scales are tipped
Science is gone, myths aren’t wrong,
There in Loch Ness
Niseag





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