The Giants of The Small Town
Oh,how the mighty have risen. We flash our teeth that sparkle like lightning as we cackle like thunder. We are the giants that tower over the mortals and we sing while we work with our howling, bellowing voices. The clouds are my bed and the trees are my stools. And i dance my dance, quaking the earth as it opens up and swallows the towns. My crown is my word and it gleams like the sun. I will eat them alive, and devour this world.