I was thrown into this lake when I was a newt
All my victims had their last screams before becoming mute
Another human coming, he lost his fortune
His body will be in my stomach, leaving his soul for torture
People don’t visit this lake anymore; they have seen me in grooving box
Sometime of my life I spent eating the fishes, hiding between the rocks
Now I have enough size to leave my lake
Too many times I starved but now it’s time for a snack
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