• A cloud resembles a white, pumping, puffy powder
    Drifting with solitariness, along with its cronies
    To make the journey around the unending globe

    An avalanche of needles
    Thundered down from the formidable airships
    Splattered on the sturdy road

    Swirling Frisbees, placed on top of each other, twirling whoosh-whoooosh
    Erratically showed up to demonstrate its hazardous, humongous, horrific supremacy
    Clearing the powder, making as though they never existed

    The God of Destruction
    Wiped out by the forbidding rule of Daytime, taken over by the almighty Sun
    Closed the case, bringing back eternal tranquility on the sacred grounds

    The perilous competition is thoroughly overrule
    Continuing, the white, pumping, puffy powder is covering
    The sacred lands, be it or not, hovering, over various ants, hovering