The lonely little shepherd boy
Sat on the moonlit hill
Basking in the glory
Of the thrill
Of his first ****
First to die was father
Aborted in his prime
Next to die was mother
For ignoring all the signs

Cut them into pieces
Tossed them in a trunk
Had a cry
Waved goodbye
Until the ******* sunk
And sunk they did
There in that trunk
Erasing all Boy's fear
And
After it was over
Life’s mist began to clear

Saw his future beckon him

"Hurry now be quick
time is of the essence
we cannot miss a trick.
Gather up all your belongings
Meet me down the lake.
There are things we need to talk about.
Things we need to contemplate”

Boy was pretty nifty
Packed up all his bits
Raced down to the rendezvous
But left behind his wits

Along the way
Boy was plagued
With demons of self doubt

Whisper

Whisper

Whisper

Boy could not block them out

Wormed their way into his mind
Boy was fit to burst
Panic overcame him
Boy now thought that he was cursed
Reached deep into the hold all
Pulled out his father’s gun
Placed the barrel in his mouth
Killed his parent’s son

The lonely little shepherd boy
Died on that moonlit hill

Is there really such a concept as the notion of freewill?