a day of woe
Submitted by bennett b on 4/1/2010 11:59 PM
it was a blur, as i saw the golden shine of my hero.. taken away, my foe pulled back its crinkling barrier, and it was.. gone. His life cut short by what is no more than the finger, placed on my butterfinger. my life in a spiral, i race to regain vengeance as my fallen hero remain. In bits on the ground, as cold as the souls of the villians who devoured him, i stand, one man against the world in a tragic fight for the justice that is.... my butterfinger. I want my legal justice served in said report, and the culprits cuffed and shown proper punishment for such an act of hate.