Agemo-Z4 Aug 2002

Eye-rays that disintegrate and fill with disease,
And they also allow for the beholder to see.
Out of the river the troglodytes jump out,
Bringing swift death to Gwen from No Doubt.
The mountains look so tame yet so wild,
Filled with the giants that fathered my child.
The contrast of colors from my prismatic blast,
Are not quite enough to stop the raging Tarrasque!