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 earth is racked; men serve Zoid law.