Cursing his servitude
His service slipped
From hand to fist
To down right rude
So they slit his wrist
And grabbed at his kit
As even with
This change
In attitude
He started to shoot
As he slowly moved
From room
To room
Until tomb quiet
Mere cinders of a riot
He laid inside em
And sighed
Stating
One last time
Goodnight
It was
Lights
Out
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Cursing his servitude
His service slipped
From hand to fist
To down right rude
So they slit his wrist
And grabbed at his kit
As even with
This change
In attitude
He started to shoot
As he slowly moved
From room
To room
Until tomb quiet
Mere cinders of a riot
He laid inside em
And sighed
Stating
One last time
Goodnight
It was
Lights
Out
