TREEhugger101(2014-05-08 06:34:47)Take your pistol by the hand,
For on your soul dear Death will brand
a mark of sadness; a mark of shame
A leash around your life he claims!
Bring your ropes and don your garb
For we walk together on this merry march
Write out notes,
Pick who to blame!
For we, altogether, will march to fame!
Though it is disappointing
The men will be anointing
The embalming fluid while they report,
"Mass suicide, Friday night
One hundred thousand people died
And to think it was all for sport!"
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I wrote this, btw. It's about a mass suicide- put in a happier tone.
Take your pistol by the hand,
For on your soul dear Death will brand
a mark of sadness; a mark of shame
A leash around your life he claims!
Bring your ropes and don your garb
For we walk together on this merry march
Write out notes,
Pick who to blame!
For we, altogether, will march to fame!
Though it is disappointing
The men will be anointing
The embalming fluid while they report,
"Mass suicide, Friday night
One hundred thousand people died
And to think it was all for sport!"
__
I wrote this, btw. It's about a mass suicide- put in a happier tone.