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| | Aforgomons Creation [Poetic Prose] |
 | | (Part I, Aforgomon’s son) I saw the god-son, of Aforgomon, there was something in his gaze likened to a salty hurricane! |
 | | Like his father he tried to swallow me, but I escaped to the land and by the Tower of Kura, to its tower by the Black Sea: the tower now mostly underneath the deep; to his son, his creation, Aforgomon’s creation: I was free. |
 | | He was a cursed god to look at, a god of three tentacles, that had viper heads on each; himself, he had raging red flaming hair, and bloodshot eyes, fangs on the side of his mouth that hung over his lips, long ears like an elephants. |
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