For soothe! fiendish felon,
draw back your claws and terrible maw.
Return to your dwellings below the floor,
where the earthworms squirm and eat dirt.
Don’t challenge me or you’ll exist to be
the bothersome beast that you are.
Limb for limb, I’ll tear you apart,
until there is naught left of you
but your grin laying on the floor,
impaled by my righteous sword.