Morbus - Poem by Champion Chris
The figure walks, in dark dismay
Once he sees you, it's too late to pray
His face covered, with a torn hood
Run away! You wish you could
One hand raises, to signal the end
Ten thousand fists, shall make amend
He sees you staring with stones and fear
Once you're dead, you're forever stuck here
By the way, he wasn't ever real
But you killed yourself anyway, you're anger i feel
Why did you kill yourself? Were you really afraid?
That Morbus was there, behind you in raid?
A fate worse than death, it's suicide
You didn't play the game right, now you're petrified.
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