You poor sweet fools
Did you think I wouldn't
Notice your traps?
Lethal little spike-balls
Collapsing walkways
Tripwires and the smell of
Black powder permeating
Everything—who do you`
Think you're dealing with?
And why aren't you running
Instead of putting up
This laughable resistance?
Put down your weapons
Listen to me because you seem
To be missing some vital information
I could crush you like a
Bug, but I'm not what's
Coming, in fact I'm running
Too—let that sink in
A destroyer like me: afraid
Now abandon those toys
And flee while there's still time
But run fast because it's hungry
And if you look appetizing
To me, imagine how tasty
You’ll seem to it