Happening upon an angry old sea serpent this morning, but watching G-d destroy it and all its hatred as it is drowned and depleted of its power to strike out and hurt.
To be by a seashore, a blessing indeed, to have the wet natural water waves wash me clean, washing away the hatred of the snake's venom that still drips from my body after an attack, the serpent's fangs still hanging off my skin, but watching it drown and wash away, slithering into hiding, into deep waters, as he breathes in water that drowns out his lungs and eventually coils him up into a hopeless restricted knot.
Seeing the wicked sea serpent banging its body against heavy sharp rocks on the sea's shoreline, bang bang, bang, as each wave thrusts the serpent against another rock's hardness, severing it and beating it.
The Lament of Zion is no more, as I see the sea serpent's dead body float away down the river, scale by scale, its body falling apart and disintegrating into heavy sea water white rapids; dissolved, in existence no more.
Freedom from its hatred and violence.
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