Max chased the Wretches to the waste
Such beings bred from scientists’ haste
A blend of man and beast
Conjured in labs for tasks discrete
Controlling the brood proved a feat
Till peace time here did cease.
From corners and cages they flew
As bombs dropped at morning’s dew
Raging, frantic, incensed
A spirit of boldness soon grew
Freedom taught the Wretches life true
Bonds no longer made sense.
Enter our hero of pure stock
Max, a born leader of the flock
Determined, committed
To wrangling the Wretches in field
But the brood refused to yield
Could they be outwitted?
The waste, the devil surely carved
A place where all creatures soon starved
Cruel, careless creators
Cursing the brood to such sad fate
That man always held heaven’s gate
Unmasks God’s true traitors.
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