A creature of metal and might
With a drill for a nose and a bite
It can dig underground
Or make a loud sound
To scare off its foes in a fight

It lives in the world of Palworld
Where humans and pals coexist
But some use their pals
For evil and malice
And Warsect is one they enlist

It serves as a weapon of war
A tool for destruction and gore
But deep in its core
It longs for much more
A life that is peaceful and pure

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