Spinning through the matter grey Finds it s home in the mind Hard to feel to their dismay Sitting inside the worlds of blind Unknown and strangly hypnotic Black and unformed it will loom The master cold yet not despotic Breeching the length of our impending doom Floating through to find a home Grinding to an estranged halt Mystified through the swirl it roams Finding true to those at fault Destrucion of it s home untolorated Must find the killer of his mind Continues on vengful unabated Finds the one that turns him blind Crushing it s essance only a tube Holding the mind begins the new breed Turning it s knowledge into a cube Turnes to plan the intelligence seed Strangly dubs this plan of mind To turn the peasants from the blind The FrogStar