Wednesday, May 31, 2017


They all made the same deal,
For immortality,
It's never the same as you imagine,
When gi'en th'opportun'ty,

One will never want for money or luck,
Except for his child's love,
She will kill herself in a thousand ways,
The last, well, he didn't look up above,

Just death and murder and murder and death,
Now look at where they are,
A misfit crew with no real direction,
Yet still traveling far.
There's never time,
To even think it out,
One moment sitting waiting around,
Next, someone's calling your name with a shout.

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