Montrossor - Goblin Cock

The repercussions of this injury

Iron and fur

End this suffering

Oh Montrossor

We have floated above many oceans tonight

Upon your brown wings

Oh Montrossor

We will crush the oppressive intentions

Of all that would cheapen our love

Violence

Not an option

We achieve our single purpose through a fuckin mitzvah

Not a weapon

It’s a thought grenade detonated through mutual

Understanding

And you humans are all hunks of meat to me

And your cycles revolve around me

Just saying

If this thing blows and we crack down

I’ll wipe your dirty face and plant one firmly

On your beloved visage as a blessing unto all