Out there are hunters,
let's say predators I have weapons that could destroy them
You must outcreate,
it's the only way I am the
hunter and the hunted
Joined together,
you create duality and neutrality
I must leave you with the fire muse Show her the riddle,
it is serious
If you lose
out there,
I'll be the hare
Then I'm the greyhound
chasing after you
Then I will change my frequency
to a fish that thinks
Then you will find yourself
in the paws of the otter
near her jaws
Then I'll grow my wings as a flying thing
Flying thing,
you be warned,
I'm the falcon
Watch me change to a grain of corn
A grain of corn,
hear the alarm in your head
I'm the hen,
black and red And you're in my barn,
they would have won
Use
your head or you'll be dead