Big, hulking ugly thing, br does thou answer to my ring? br A bell that dares to sing, br what, did I start? br br Multifarous, gross, hulking mass, br how could you be so crass? br Like blotched yellow bleeding grass, br do I seek to crave? br br No, it's started, crying out, br There's no stopping it's deadly shout, br A destructive impulse on the loose, br there'll be no putting it to the noose. br br Things monster started inside of me, br how could such a detested fact be? br It must not, such a dastardly tree, br be growing inside of me. br br Through my study I hath fall, br For I have discovered, or so we will all...