The Last Outlaw Poem by Champion Chris

Feel my hands, as they've grown cold
The Promised lands, have now foretold

Of the Animal, he has come free
Of bonds of sufferable, he's come for me

I'm here for you, to say my goodbyes
Feel such a fool, as I look in your eyes

Don't say goodbye, say farewell
Once i've sent my evil side, back to hell

To you I'll come back, we made a promise
Cut me some slack, send me away with another kiss

This time it's different, he won't get away
Death is imminent, for the demon of day

Deep in hell's playground, I call out his name
My arch-angel welcomes the sound, and announces the game

Her face runs through my mind, as the enemy rises
Her love is so kind, while my foe is of massive sizes

The Last Outlaw, The Undertaker
She's perfect without flaw, and nobody will ever take her

He has captured my strife, in a paranormal hex
To see her in this life, or meet her in the next

What shall become of us? , The Dead and the Live
I love her thus, Sieg Heil will I strive!