Giant purple spatula, dancing upon dust,
truth giver, hope hander.
The zenith of pace,
has entered the race,
the followers of the grand grime hug the mud
Present a golden green son under which to run.
And boggle the undersized,
as the undersized boggle the swine.
And bark orders from mighty cliffs,
transport the flaming forgotten.
A mountain a shitstorm,
a bucket of mud and honey,
for both and always.
Butterscotch.