Riddle me this: Deucalion and Pyrrah, the chosen ones, and why?
Metallic man, depleting through the ages, of less lustre, of more lust.
Evil Cupid, casting his spell, the one blunt arrow, defies the other so well.
What but a heifer; she is beautiful and fair, but lows in mourning of her human form.
Drown them all, they deserve not to tread on the sodden ground from whence they came.
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