The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
It's Isaac's fault, as usual, but if it doesn't make any sense, you may want to look here. (Actually, look there even if it makes perfect sense, because EPIC WIN.) And if it does make perfect sense, seek help immediately.
The ground is shaking beneath the werebear,
The sky cracked wide open, swallowed in flames,
The enemy's defenses torn to shreds,
Gears ripped asunder and left in smoking
Pieces beside the cratered walls, all ground
Engines dead save one: the robozombie.
It is steel and flesh, this robozombie;
An abomination, thinks the werebear
Through his rage. Necromancy made it, ground
Away its humanity to dark flames
Smouldering under tattered steel, smoking
Remains of a man's soul ripped to shreds.
He grabs the monster's chest, claws tearing shreds
In the steel skin of the robozombie.
Hot blood gushing forth, bright red and smoking,
Stains the iron-hard claws of the werebear.
The sky is crimson with dark smoke; the flames
Burn the same color as the bloodied ground.
He can feel his muscles growing weak, ground
Down by combat, his enemies in shreds
Behind him, beneath the sky's bloody flames.
His face burns under the robozombie's
Flamethrower heat, but he is the werebear.
He will not surrender to this smoking
Ruined land. And now his fur is smoking,
The heat from flamethrowing cannon and ground
Alike tearing into him. The werebear
Roars, breath hot and stinking, smoke in vile shreds
And tatters in his face. Robozombie,
Bloody fist clenched, rears up out of the flames.
Metal body shrouded in filthy flames,
Broad iron feet planted on the smoking
Unsteady ground, the steel robozombie
Leans forward, eyes blazing, blackened teeth ground
Down to stubs, metal skin hanging in shreds
From his thick bones, and dives towards the werebear.
The werebear, startled, lashes out, hot flames
Burning his flesh to ruined smoking shreds
As the robozombie brings him to the ground.
The ground is shaking beneath the werebear,
The sky cracked wide open, swallowed in flames,
The enemy's defenses torn to shreds,
Gears ripped asunder and left in smoking
Pieces beside the cratered walls, all ground
Engines dead save one: the robozombie.
It is steel and flesh, this robozombie;
An abomination, thinks the werebear
Through his rage. Necromancy made it, ground
Away its humanity to dark flames
Smouldering under tattered steel, smoking
Remains of a man's soul ripped to shreds.
He grabs the monster's chest, claws tearing shreds
In the steel skin of the robozombie.
Hot blood gushing forth, bright red and smoking,
Stains the iron-hard claws of the werebear.
The sky is crimson with dark smoke; the flames
Burn the same color as the bloodied ground.
He can feel his muscles growing weak, ground
Down by combat, his enemies in shreds
Behind him, beneath the sky's bloody flames.
His face burns under the robozombie's
Flamethrower heat, but he is the werebear.
He will not surrender to this smoking
Ruined land. And now his fur is smoking,
The heat from flamethrowing cannon and ground
Alike tearing into him. The werebear
Roars, breath hot and stinking, smoke in vile shreds
And tatters in his face. Robozombie,
Bloody fist clenched, rears up out of the flames.
Metal body shrouded in filthy flames,
Broad iron feet planted on the smoking
Unsteady ground, the steel robozombie
Leans forward, eyes blazing, blackened teeth ground
Down to stubs, metal skin hanging in shreds
From his thick bones, and dives towards the werebear.
The werebear, startled, lashes out, hot flames
Burning his flesh to ruined smoking shreds
As the robozombie brings him to the ground.