Trick the Ts to a long deep sleep,
And lure myeloids to their shore,
To suppress them even more.

This growth – it grows, grows and grows,
An eyeless mash of blobbing mass,
Slithering, spreading, breeding,
A monster out of marrows deep.

‘Til TCEs bind Ts to cancer,
Then a maligned love, benign begins:
A touch, kiss, and spit of venom,
That slices, dices from out to in.

To the abyss, be gone, be gone,
Till some mysterious thing comes along,
And awakens the Kraken to spawn.