In his only retreat, the shell on his back. My flashing might yet has this fledgling thought, That as you are broken free resort with This our dearest council, our true report. Empowered with purpose to obliterate all. Vitreous eyes in severed torsos gape empty, Shaded to veiled reality of sinister scenes. Attentive dusk, badgers the dawdling night To unfurl her custodial garbs of disguise.
Irked choppers burrow beneath adversity, Blending assuredly into our dismal sphere.
The living, dead, and tattered body parts Are briskly shuttled aloft a tense night. Demented delusions infiltrate spent minds, Pondering tomorrow's windows of chance. The sight of her lets joy fulfill my heart. So smart she is, and full of taste. To look at her will make my troubles part.