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