The neon green frog leaps
Unto it’s last bastion of
Sludge.
He thought it was water,
But I know full well
A ******’s been administered.
So ushers in, the acrid scent of
A life wrought nothing more than
It’s surrounding pestilence;
A chaos concocted,
And alchemy rendered man;
For we’ll break this world,
But at ends, the world will hold us,
For our crimes and
For our contempt.