25 June 2012
A man of many words, Yet all of them are harsh. A grouch for all he's worth, Picks you clean apart.
Like a troll under the bridge, Always lying in wait. For prey to pass above, Relying plain on fate.
Predator, you will pay For the souls that you have skinned. Soon enough, you'll discover That you cannot always win.
You need a change of heart, And learn to seize the day. For you have grown so empty, That you might just float away.
the grouch • Opuss № I