I Am Death =] - Poem by Robbie Hunt
The call comes
From the underworld[head teacher]
He is to be taken
Against his will[from class]
To face the immortals
Of death and of hell[school],
To take responsibilty for his actions[getting in trouble]
His fate rests in their hands.
But unfortunately I am not trusting them,
For they are kiniving,
Blood thirsty, hell-hounds -
also known as teachers.
Now as he waits in the valley of death[hallway]
I count down to his demise.
They rip out his soul
And force him into the 'pit'[detention room],
The most gruesome of places
Filled with all kinds of scum
And the worst of all;
I am death itself
I strike fear into the eyes
Of all unwilling souls
I crush any that stand in my way.
I am the Principal.
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