Beneath the surface layer, 
In the earth, 
In the realm of under-wraps haunts, 
Decayed flesh, muddy water, 
Avalanche-like mass in rapid surge, 
Cryptic heap of sands, 
Transpiercing brambles, 
Struggle annelid worms, 
Twisting and turning, 
Tumbling among themselves
Like a river slapping against the crags, 
Striking the pebbles rushing, 
And ruining the remnants left, 
Of a crag, of the pebble sunken underground.                
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