By moi

Prepare to flail the Pail of Glory

Enshrined by shrines,

Entailed by entrails, 

Salutes are too formal,

He accepts "hails".

Prepare the forces,

Lock the keys,

Destroy wayward courses,

There are no tourists. 

Green pails flap and slap,

Clapping and snapping,

Like the enemies necks. 

How many more heckles to heck?

The hecklers have been left. 

Despite their adept attempts,

Gerald reigns all. 

Gerald sees all. 

Gerald knows all. 

Gerald is all. 

Evil doers here and there,

Know when and where,

To go they cannot dare. 

A pebble in a lake will create waves,

A breath in the wind cyclones, 

A shove in a crowd will summon an earthquake. 

Leave do not take,

These are Gerald's stakes. 

It's currently 3:30 am, I have no idea what this is...