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.