You are in Hell You are in pain All your happiness Is down the drain There's no winter, spring, summer nor, Fall, Autumn or a bird- like hummer all the knives stabbing at once anything here does not have a bunce nor piety, goodness or the church's sons goodbye by the poet who is smarter than a Dunce.
I juz remix some guy's game and made a few changes :) hehehe and, also made a very cool poem, rate my poem in a scale from 1 to 10 in the comments! :). hehe the last parts of my poem is like a rap hehe!
