Swamp Thing

Experienced scientist mothered an idiom
About a stimulation, born of pure iridium
Yearning, desperate, devoid of feeling
Powerful shaperate, powerful being

Risen from the swamp, that botanical tomb
Old, dank, dirty, its a wilderness womb
Merged with cells of earth, swamp, and field
Stronger than a bear, his enemies yield

Wolves, locusts, dogs, and rams, all heed to his command
Born of Earth, ground and pound, master of all his land
You'll be poisoned intravenously, mentally and physically
Thrashed and beaten savagely, broken bones and battery



Credits
Writer(s): King Corpse
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