Raw Red

Raw? Depends on what you saw. Disaster? From jaw. Who's the master? Real or raw? Melee, mighty, maw... Peoples of the ocean blue? Vehicles to ride? What exactly do we do? Heaven and Hell, hide? Tide of all tomorrows! I requite you each! Surcease of our sorrows? It must be in our reach! Peaches grow in gardens? An orchard is the place. Wolverines dwell deep in dens! Rage lurks on the face! Tyrant of the desert storm? He's been keeping warm? Hornets, scorpions, on swarm! Foment, O my form! Charm around the ruler's neck? This will keep safe lords? Sullen summertime, thy speck. Light of Sin, fill gourds. Judgement? For a prophet? By what right, sir, and when? Now? Well, this is, Tophet. O dragons, from thy den...