The Skeezix Dilemma Part II (the Improbable Testimony of the Pip

Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauch
 Wields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watch
 Space 109 is always occupied by the countless faces who tried and tried
 Bruises from an unseen source as chronic abuser runs his course
 There is no remorse
 Sinewy limbs reach through the bars to collect the carcasses of souls
 Given over the deeds of infamy, Skeezix took his toll
 The ungainly truncated form of the docile Pipsisewah
 Subtle in demeanor yet with powers that beggar description
 They call him by different names
 Some call him Gilgamesh, the man who has never tasted death
 The size of the room is half as large cause you walked around it twice
 And you walk again with both eyes shut cause your fears became your vice
 Tormentor underestimating the power of the Pipsisewah
 Confrontation on the grandest scale the outcome already known
 The child whose humble prayer set the battle of ages
 Torment no more
 We call him Jehovah who's always near
 And you can win the battle when you pray without fear
 The weak are victorious when the strong reaches down
 And the ones who bring sadness will bow to the Crown