Enraged sword and brain, a stormy night rendezvous. The battle of love, seizing a delicate heart, lethal like confiscating propitious acre. Knightly march of sword, resolved to bleed the foe. Brain laughs, annihilates lawless youth. Sword turns back, fire in eyes. “Wherefore hold me back? I will slay Hector”. Brian toddles, window yawns. Sword quakes in furious storm. “Who that dares stand beside dauntless Achilles?”
“I’m Odysseus. Odysseus that devastates. The God, the muse of intelligence. The perilous Satan, the cause of Hiroshima. I’m all that exhumes graves. I slumber as the Indian imp, rise at once to wreck the wimp. I’m the tycoon of cold genocide, once I chose the devil’s side. My reason guards my Hyades way. I’m the brain that never slain, My foes I oppose with thousand feign. I’m the Brian, self-contained.