Suffering Quahog

In cold recesses of infinite time
 I have slept beneath the grime
 then from the surface world
 came to me with prying hands
 and plucked me from the sand
 Dissect my body in search of power
 clandestine secrets of the shell
 Intrigued by my longevity
 in an environmental hell
 My smashed and broken form shall give rise
 to horrors undreamt of by the mind
 Alive since time immemorial
 to be dredged from our home
 I shall not relinquish the secrets of the slime
 they are mine, and mine alone
 500 years existed, dormant, and without a care
 Free from the tyranny of air
 Witnessed the rise the fall of Empires from beneath the waves
 and seen my slimebrethren enslaved
 Suddenly man takes an interest in me; i'm swept up and caged
 Probed and desecrated, left to bake out in the sun
 They shall suffer for their wrongs
 For a thousand aeons
 We have havested the souls
 of much greater things than you
 In the end my death
 shall be a sacrifice
 In the service of his truth.