The shield was broken on the eye of an explosive sword
As the smoke cleared away, what was left was but a skeleton
It mocked the hand, it looked into the face, and promised revenge
Upon why his soul was finally found. As it seemed, the sword was held in a shifted hold

It was like a vehicle was moving away, with the sword in the five squishy fingers, The heart in the toe
Even as the conscious fell on the already tormented mind, the thing went home and saw sunshine for the first time

For a crushed stone will never be crushed again, finally a bee that stings will feel fear of catching up to the dark metallic dungeon
But worst will be when the sun surpasses the end, then the nut will crack open and the true meaning revealed to only those that deserve such evil
Will you eat the nut, or let it eat itself while alive until death, to die like a memory is worse