we waltz with necromantic cephalopods
dwell in tangled red-brick cephalopods
Leviathan came near and wheezing expired
who could not thole these Sputnik cephalopods
rotunda holds terse destiny in splinters
it's all about the lovesick cephalopods
crunk flamewings vie in harrowing the source
foxtrot alcove's Arctic cephalopods
teammates, think Graywyvern lacks a plan
to cut through walls of mile-thick cephalopods?
The Ten Trusts.