The Nibiru beckons to all
who at crossroads between
light and darkness lost
among the dying stars
forever wandering
like Marduk´s sheep
the god´s lie hidden away
deep in Tiamat´s heart
they sleep in their cave
for years of eternal solitude
dreaming of the pitch black
the mythical wreak havoc
when awoken every few
Millennia.
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