Crawling up the giant's leg without reason. My antennae are whirling, my fat body is dragging, my legs are tickling. I wonder what lies at the giant's jugular?
I don't think about how it could kill me. I just walk upon it without fear. I know it is alive, but it smells like food. And I know then that life is good.
But you'll never see the executioners' palms,
Descend upon you en masse.
They will fall with rapid dexterity,
They will hit with murderous intent,
They will smash with a renewing end.
The blood is flowing, the heart is pumping, the body is breathing.
I don't think about how it could kill me. I just walk upon it without fear. I know it is alive, but it smells like food. And I know then that life is good.
But you'll never see the executioners' palms,
Descend upon you en masse.
They will fall with rapid dexterity,
They will hit with murderous intent,
They will smash with a renewing end.
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