Oh how we twist,

In the roiling firmament, this unrelenting mist,

Where no shape drawn is permanent, where nothing can persist,

Oh how we twist,

Oh how we turn,

A flicker flame of turbulence, watch it all burn,

In bitter flames of recompense, when will we learn?

Oh how we turn,

Oh how we coil,

Serpentine around the wrist, slicker than oil,

The tightening grip you can’t resist, your fight is our foil,

Oh how we coil,

Oh how we squeeze,

Compress the life out of our prey, despite their pleas,

‘Til we crush their life away, down on their knees,

Oh how we squeeze,

Oh how we cry,

As our toy goes lank and limp, we, “Do,” they, “Die,”

As we destroy another Gimp, then say, “Goodbye,”

Oh how we cry,

Oh how we lie,

Through our drawn and dripping teeth, oh how we sigh,

With an air of disbelief, at how they all die,

Oh how we sigh,

Oh how we twist,

Our little hook to snag one more, gripped in our fist,

To squeeze once more as once before, Hope they resist,

Oh how we twist.