Even the Bard could not hear my song
But soon 'twill be time for you to sing along
Not a hard rhyme if you know where to look
Yet, think of this: How do you like your meat? Cooked?
For that is how your mind shall be
Can't guess what we're going to do, see?
It shall be in less time than before that you'll break
Only to become a servant of the Master, so he spake