A stray beast am I for a task so hollow.
I alone will uproot that bloody Sacred Cow.
Weed Him out of existence.
Stab Cow's holy karma.
Choke His roots what stinks of resin.
Reality will fester on Him like rabid cancer.
His antler, I'll take for a crown, a symbol of my dynasty to come.
This is circumstance for murder pure and plain.
187 on a demigod.This too, is the Martian Way.