THE ZOID LAB
Rays guide a queen to realms of pangs The zero witch mocks; her words bring trance. MEM labs core Deva; iron screws grip steel that forms a Zoid when bones are mashed. As cryo pods numb the souls of grace Mal shrieks and chants to rouse dead fires. The Robo slave fumes; her one eye whirls God's... Sign in to see full entry.