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'' The Great Capture Made By You''


Glenn Montgomery, was one of the naturalists leading the boat tours
off the coast of a small town called assumption parish
rarely spoke about in Louisiana folklore
a brackish marsh that radiated allege were indigenous blue fish live
home to an ancient species of alligators that feed on the local kids
spoken scythian myth the gators spawn every solar eclipse
this phenomenon caused the creeks to create a tidal bayou shift
on the day of the blood moon in the month of june they woke from crypts
older head's put up fences hoping gators won't be breaking through
some of the local's were to fickle some were just a lazy few
that day Mr Montgomery told the local news
there's been an abundance of alligators eating residents
in backyards with uncovered pools ..

One of the alligators killed a pet German Shepard who went to fetch
he got to close to the waters edge by the time we got there
all I seen was blood splattered on the ferns and hedge
what surfaced next was a dog collar floating with some fur and thread
once again the blue bayou claims another pet
the mystery's that hide in those mangroves smell like death
gators roll and twist among the dragonflies in the murky mist
with the brightest lanterns at night you still couldn't see a step
and if by accident you fell overboard
the waters too cold to catch your breath while traveling downstream
I watched a python constrict a javelina till it breaks it's neck
till it's eyeballs inflated out it's misshapen head .

Crocodiles floating through the driftwood duckweed wading dredge
the tourist tremble taking pictures of gators 40 feet in length
this goes out to all the creatures that the leeches bled
prying gator eyes in the decaying vines
plotting on whose getting taken next.

Mr Montgomery pushed the motor under bamboo trees while cicadas wept
our speed boat slowed down the overgrowth was way to dense
a gators next meal while you paddle through creeks with glyph's
depicted as gods in mayan sculpture wings of vultures with beaded necks
the mayor announced a state of emergency to stop the foreseen events
Mr Montgomery was to assemble a team of poachers to clean this mess .

His name was Desmond Drowl his skin was desert brown
a desperado whose ancestors roamed the blue bayous
before they went barren during those endless drought's
no brush was to big for his machete to cut it down
he caught gators in the everglades wrestled with gators in his house
dirty overalls with a straw hat stubby arms with a scarred back
from many scraps with alligator enemies Steve Irwin energy
in the main room of his cabin a dead crocodile was his centerpiece
he was known as the only man strong enough to drink a beer
while opening up a gators mouth in temperatures below 10 degrees.

His ancestors were Knowledgeable of all gator myth
Desmond was catching gators since
they dragged his little sister away in the lake as kids
at the age of 10 that event created a sacred sense
before the cavemen crept the caiman came and went
he used duct tape and old steak to bait them in
some gators got away some gators don't forget
the ones lucky to escape still got tape embraced in flesh
Mr Montgomery gathers his team on hydro planes and jets
it will give them no advantage once they enter blue bayous greater depths.

Armed with weapons they make there way ahead
Desmond spotted a nest of 20 gators sunbathing on a wayward cliff
near the snapping turtles that's when a man named Raymond Griff
sprayed his buckshot missing all the gators as they swam away
into blue bayous bay of death
the men got off the boat Mr Montgomery advise them to wade there steps
one of the poachers stepped into quicksand and sunk up to his face and chest

Screaming for help but the mud felt like a weighted vest
suddenly a gator ran from the bushes
and bit the poachers whole face and head
the pressure from the bite exploded his brain to bit's
the shade from the canopy made this afternoon dark as the day ahead.

Another poacher named David Dread fired a round that ricocheted off
the boats steel grated nets Desmond screamed stop!!
To late the ricochet hit Mr Montgomery in his face and neck
Mr Montgomery fell to floor blood pouring out his mouth
holding his throat rolling in the sand struggling to take a breath
his guttural croaks sounded like alligators making sex.

Desmond Drowl let out a growl that made everyone turn around
it's as if the sound he made melted away his flesh
it burned away like a cigarette when the flame connects
to everyone's surprise Desmond was a gator king from great decent
half human half crocodile him and all the gators leapt
feasting on the poachers leaving no evidence trace to check
the poachers screams where so loud they made the birds in trees stay deaf
the next day the state closed that decrepit place
evacuating any people who tried to stay instead
until there's no gators left till this day some say
that's the reason why every june
the waters of the blue bayou turn a tainted red...