I am the beast, at the very least of expectations, I do not take any cautions, Nor do I fake my exhaustion, But I make every portion of feast count, No matter the amount of creased on my stressed out face I have, The priests try to be a slave, But I'm brave enough to crave to save my enclave county, I still attend to spend a conclave with a bounty man, who I shall deprave, Then he be deceased, He was leased for the unknown disease, Yet, Believe me, It's worst than yeast, Let's lave ourselves, with water and soap, to get away from the reversed pope, which us beasts cannot cope with,