I did my nesting into each “ means to an end “

Making a ness, from all of my mess ,but not Elliot Ness Locks
Tessi’s locks ,could Not restrain ,what came
from beneath the frozen sea ,Sealed till now
He had been the only monster from you and me
As the farmer tills the barrow ground
Russian plans ,,plentiful is the reward
That He can take with him
Now that he’s all gone
Into earths are Argon