6 June 2012
He said. Then she said. They both said.
Something burned. Something churned. A fearsome power burned.
She took a heavy blow. He decided to jumb to the low. Thought he could let her know.
He didn't have the first little clue. He really didn't know her, only that he loved her. She seemed absent, in a different place, a new hue.
He didn't think he would mess it up one more time, but the one with the hat and a scrawly little mans crime, said he loved her, and that he wanted her unborn child.
The man in the blackest black suit, came for a soul to steal. The man, that's who they were sticking their middle fingers to. The man in black, he had really come back to make his attack.
Evil in every natural sense of the dreaded word. The old sucker had come back to do his work. See if you can beat me, said the old quirk.
The two lovers fought and fought. Thought they'd fight fire with fire, and so the great battle was fought.
The day after the battle, the anger and hatred rattled. They thought they'd won the battle.
Little did they know, they'd grown cold as snow. They'd taken the biggest blow.
Night filled them. Evil now took them. Hell engulfed them.
Dead. Doomed. Damned.
How They Were Damned • Opuss № I