come one come all
to see the apathy
to witness tragedy
the fame and fortune
the game ends in june
the name died too soon
all those
olden titles
tales of the late
soft spoke mysteries
entitled histories
forgoten stories
because of you
burnt to the ground
yet your empire grew
you left behind a trail
how we never knew
your secrets spilt
your identites spew
gilded ashes
paved the way
you taught us to follw
not to stray
every command
every lie
we let it pass
let you get by
an unwritten song
never to be sung
your entire world
the peirced lung
your forgetting friends
youre forgotten
youre rotten.
i do not support wilbur soot or any of his actions. this was written to convey the hurt i felt, and still feel knowing how awful he truely was