A horrid monster crawls out of the fog,
with swollen face, and dead wires for its hair,
it rises from a noisome, evil, bog
stinking as foully as a shit-soaked dog
and unbound by a single thought of care.
A horrid monster crawls out of the fog
dragging its carcass like a rotting log,
as radiating venom through the air,
it rises from a noisome, evil, bog
announced by nasty croaking of a frog,
as it emerges from some putrid lair:
A horrid monster crawls out of the fog
its rat-like squeak alarming every dog,
unleashing rage, not the expected fear.
It rises from a noisome, evil, bog
all unexpected, yet still it must slog
towards its end by arrow, sword, and spear.
A horrid monster crawls out of the fog,
it rises from a noisome, evil, bog:
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