I only hear the dead.
Only grieve The Never.
Possessed like specter.
Melon working like a piston.
Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon.
Boom but bigger; think destined.
Mutant to these silly humans.
Beetles bejeweled to a windshield.
Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel?
Best to kneel before General Zod.
If not, it's the drop top, Cogs.
I could swerve outside the lines
and still stay on course.
I'm like an astronaut to the horde,
casting lightning bolts when I'm bored.
My crown's adorned with worms,
best believe I feed the birds.