Bearing ursinity with dignity, the great bear Baloo
“I wanna be like you oo oo ooh”
Wrenches him from his jungle nook
Rage like man’s red flower he lashes out with power, lands with sound of closing book
Frenzied Japanese report that a giant bear and a giant mercreature are batting on the coast
Ursa versus Ursula, the bear’s force meets a great unfurling, restrictive tentacles curling where needed most
Strength for which he is hariolated, of which his kind boast, the warning claw of the lord of hosts
In ass bone shadow the soiled MAGs of his foes, unveiling death, throes
Casting bestials the Ogygian capability of Him splendrous, dips and throws
If Nimrod knew what Sages know, he knows that Time is beastly old
Recycling everything, like transformative sand aroll all gold, forgot my bottoms Bikini Atoll
Not a day for swimming cold, not a day for swimming at all, a thousand jellyfish like Cthulhu calls
A prayer circle of busted buildings flat as unleavened bread, heavened souls fled, a harried coast
That seashore strand promenade of ghosts
What death knows, the word he is told
He folds back his hood linen and attends every death; denippled gaels, presidents gnolled
Ursula shawled in death and prostrated on the coast, the grim victory dance of Baloo.
Table is solid but my mind is running like fallen fondue
Two straight shots of liquid microdot quail egg blue
Wanting to be slick, finger licks counting on spondoo
It’s not Scooby Doo, no chance I wanna know where are you, I’ll demask you
All along the outer nations, lines of battle like motifs in damask
You can run through the jungle but I’m running the jungle through
Give credence to the clear water wormwood, when wrathful vials unscrew
Don’t glance when Noah’s arse is out, waves against ark’s clinkered snout
Hammite curse, to serve sibling Nations who rule the Earth
Pentateuch full of profane postils, find out how the Dead Sea killed
Wrathful vial into ocean spills, one third of all of life is stilled
Warped worse than thalidomide, head of elephant pride
Put away inside, in my burlap hide
Churlish child I chide, home with a Merrick in
Godgiven freedoms denied, by every living thing deride
Jacent from his long arrest, his room four by six at best
Your plastic cordones won’t suffice when Doom’s ticking suspect device
Detonates and the dead numbering sumo wrestler’s intake of rice
When the streets divide and the mains ignite and start belching flames into the night
Terror reigns, men will leave their bairns behind in preternatural fright
All the wardens where, power’s empty halls, the balanced scales and earls in flight
Nothing in marvel could hope to fight
Flames in the comic shops, the rares ignite and incited fires crawl the night
Covers spoil like a Stan Lee blade cut them, piles of Matt Murdock by oriflamme burnt up
The fire murderous a murderess divesting scroll of ink, fire off like a model Krupp.
Alchemisland 
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