It's name mocks its silence,
a worthless beast born to violence has ears and whiskers
flapping as its yellow flesh comes slapping across
the rank filth of this ancient subterranean floor.
It's hate knows no bounds as its home knows no sounds
but the SLAMMING-CRUSHING-SPLATTING OF IT'S- 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 the flight *UNLEASHED* splits pols voices
head and spills it's 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 POL'S VOICE!
SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE!