Its name mocks its silence, a worthless beast born to
violence ears and whiskers flapping as its yellow [bad word] 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 [bad word] crashing to
my feet NEAT! HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW [bad word] CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW [bad word] CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles HoSt oF
sLapPinG YellOW [bad word] CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles
HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW [bad word] CrAsHINg iN
cRImsoN [bad word] AWAY RUNNING [bad word] AWAY
FROM YOUR OWN [bad word] AWAY RUNNING [bad word] AWAY FROM POLS VOICE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE!
SILENCE!