There’s a monster that lives under the sea,
Waiting to strike and cause catastrophe.
I don’t know how much longer it’ll be,
Before things fall apart disastrously.
However I hear my intuition,
Telling me that it will soon come to pass.
For I’ve had a vivid premonition,
About a tentacled beast made of brass.
With eyes that are wicked and fully black,
And skin that is stronger than a steel sword.
It’s strength may be impossible to crack,
As he attacks without us being warned.
Rising from underneath the crashing waves,
Towering over cities and mountains.
Destroying them until nothing remains,
And all the people die by the thousands.
We are without a chance of victory,
But our sacrifice will make history.