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 f**in 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