the poem of a murderer
those cruel hands choose
who will go, and ultimately lose
but the stupid children will volunteer
i am one of them, though i have no fear
stand, wait, think,
oh no the gong i'm late,
and then i can see
all these children who sit at death's gate
i will paint the arena with a deathly glow
only one person to blame and that's, snow
the games have begun
blades, swords knives crash
and the arrows whizzing past
must run, fight, kill, must make them proud
mom and dad, will not put me in the ground
i hear the cries around me, of pain, anguish and hate
the cries of all these children who sit at death's gate
look, see the sword run grab,
must use, must, kill, stab
no,I see it coming the arrow to my brain
and now i don't know why i came
i was a menace a murderer, but that arrow put me straight
now i am just another child sitting on death's gate.
