A two-sided spear and a disease that makes one craze
Boisterous, fierce, and full of aimless rage
Widen eye and daggered words
Wrinkled brows and erratic motors
As one stands, foaming from the mouth like something wild and foolish
Growling and snarling is the way it sings
And people gaze, afar, at the ghoulish thing
Keen to keep away from it's destructive path
But daggers still rain in it's aftermath
