Its name mocks its silence, a worthless beast born
to violence ears and whiskers flapping as its yellow
flesh comes slapping across the rank filth of this
ancient subterranean floor. its hate knows no bounds
as its home knows no sounds (but the) FLAPPING-
SLAPPING-SPLATTING OF ITS- YELLOW- FLESH.
*i am the herald of light* I withdraw a shining glory,
a single loving-end of story, the only weakness,
a grace like wings, my bow sings. *UNLEASHED*
and in the silver light my arrows take flight *UNLEASHED*
splits pols voices head and spills its thoughts and dreams
*UNLEASHED* in crimson red across this floor *UNLEASHED*
a host of yellow bodies comes crashing to my feet NEAT!
A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg
iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS
cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG
YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles
A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg
iN cRImsoN PIles RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR OWN VOICE RUNNING
AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY FROM
POLS VOICE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE!