Wherein we solve the mystery of Lorick #11:
an oracular god did direct
my coracular form to erect
with genetics I'm filled
and I float with a will
While the world of the sinful is wrecked
And unveil Lorick #12
A mercurial non-haberdasher
Speaks a riddle that's lacking an answer
There's a mouse that is sleeping
And something is steeping
All the madness frustrates and outlasts her