Gor-Gor comes
Sirens wail
Mournful drone of babbling flail
Thunderous gnashing firestorm
Flames illuminate his form
Gor-Gor comes and you must die
Swats F-16 from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings
Fall and worship tyrant king
Sow pestilential hate
It shall obliterate
The shadows of your long dead brothers
And all the mutilated others
Who died in waves, uniform
To appease your bloodied hulking form
Which broke thru layers of molten strata
To make the planet Earth errata
