The Winchester Gospel By: A. Pule
"Saving people, hunting things," they were told.
The "family business" thrust upon them
Ever since poor Sammy turned six months old.
Kill, gank, exorcise, slaughter, or condemn.
Now danger lurks behind every tree,
To save loved ones, there's nothing they won't try.
Mary, Jess, John, Ellen, Jo, and Bobby
In the end, everybody has to die.
Two brothers in an impala survive.
Went to heaven, hell, and purgatory
Somehow the boys always end up alive.
Not even angels can end this story.
Sam hears a whisper, almost like an itch.
Dean just keeps on screaming, "Son of a bitch!"
