Leviathan
The leviathan's heavy,
And yet it can fly.
Blotting out sun,
Blotting out sky.
…
Its tentacles spread,
Like death's grasping hands.
It owns the sky,
Now time for the land.
…
Its hide opens up,
Like the skin of a whale.
Its foes all look upwards,
Their faces all pale.
…
And so drop the sacs,
Unleashing zerg on the city.
As its foes' saying goes,
"The more is the pity."
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And so the leviathan hangs,
Above destruction and death.
The zerg shall run rampant,
Till nothing is left.