Treasure Island

Alex Lewis

(08/25/94 / London, England)

IT


IT
by Alex Lewis

im sorry to say
that on this day
sadly IT was born

theres so much woe
because my foe
he wants me he wants me dead

it doesnt like me
thats what i can see
for now and for never and for ever

what will IT do
will IT harm you too
turn around and you will see

now you must go
for ITs a show
that wants us the ground below

so run away
you will rue the day
if you stay behind

oh no
you didnt go
so you will die today

this is the end
goodbye my friend
its already killed you

you died two stanzas ago
even though i told you see
Why don't people ever listen?

Submitted: Friday, June 19, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 19, 2009
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