A/N So this is my try at a poem about Rapture tell me what you think R&R
"THE PLACE I CALLED IT"
Rapture
In the oceans deepest blue lies a city nice and true A place for the doctors and artist to live without regret as well as the people who inhabit it They left the surface from the government who wanted to rid them of their progress because a power they believed no man should possess Their creator Andrew Ryan believed he could run this forsaken empire but as the peoples needs for Adam and Eve became stronger their peaceful state of mind went awry and as the city went to hell so did all their minds as well soon the city was wrecked and broken As for the doctor he went insane thinking things were plauging his brain for everytime a patient entered his room he'd grab a scapel and cut them in two And the artist soon would not forget all his enemies werent at rest for everytime he feared their near hed cover them in plaster and leave them there no one was safe not even little girls whod roam the hallways waiting to awaken from this terrible nightmare along with them is their big daddies who would kill you the second you hurt their girlies and soon a man named Atlas was about he planned to put this all away without his doubt and on New Years Eve of 59 all the inhabitants went to dine and as the clock struck one Raptures war had finally begun...