Gor-Gor comes

Sirens wail

Mournful drone of babbling flail

Thunderous gnashing firestorm

Flames illuminate his form

Gor-Gor comes and you must die

Swats F-16 from the sky

Admit you crave the gift he brings

Fall and worship tyrant king





Sow pestilential hate

It shall obliterate

The shadows of your long dead brothers

And all the mutilated others

Who died in waves, uniform

To appease your bloodied hulking form

Which broke thru layers of molten strata

To make the planet Earth errata





Gor-Gor big!





Take the child in champing jaws

A pulping pile of frothing flaws

This horrid mass shall give us pause

As putrid rot fills gaping maws





Skulls are smashed and bones are bending

Joints are popping, claws are rending

Groveling sniveling driveling horde

To worship scaly overlord





Apocalypse becomes creation

Gor-Gor shall erase the nation

Before you leap into his gizzard

Fall and worship Tyrant lizard

Gor-Gor comes and you must die

He swats the stealth down from the sky

Admit you crave the death he brings you

Fall and worship tyrant king you





GOR-GOR