I've written a poem for my mate. The title is:
LIES!
Aye, what is going on
Morbid world, oh what have thou done,
great ol' viper, he is gone!
When the thunder's sound is breakin',
and the ground is deeply shakin'
his spirit shall be reawaken.
Them fools will be deadly breath-taken.
Friend, where art thou at and why would thou leave?
Well, one thing that's for sure,
his killing-sprees, are known shore to shore,
but nevertheless they didn't know no boarder.
Oh, his senseless kills were so not in order,
why'd thou end all these innocent lives,
Did thou think this game 'IS ALL LIES'?
Fare well, ol' matey!
