Ants, from Valley of Babylon
The gourds that made up the abdomen
Are crying, crying for the delicious city of wolf
And the tower of Babel by many demolishing grind,
Gnashing and swallowing into lungs,
Wisdom is heartless, never mind,
Possessing soul to soul is life,
Almighty long limbs like thread,
Stretched like recherché,
Macho double pear seeds chest link the faculty
And the mandibles rabble out weakly: Prepared!
Prepared for battles of the minute!
Prepared for war the chosen geniuses!
O! Enormous container enlarge collectibles,
Manufactured with succulent clauses of papyrus
Delayed a bit, so that loads of hallucination,
Will float unhindered, arbitrarily inside
The belly of faculty,
Until the bard go aloft to hibernate.