Disclaimer: J.K. owns everything Harry Potter. I've almost given up fighting that. Some day, maybe.... Anyway, this is my rap thing about Voldie. Review, whatever your opinion on it is. I like constructive critique, and constructive flames are groovy too, if that's any enticement to review.

From the desk of Professor Albus Dumbledore, found by a house elf cleaning the Gryffindor commonroom.

Write it in Dust

"For men use, if they have an evil turn, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good turn we write it in dust."--Sir Thomas Moore

Dust, dust, dust

Like writing it in iron

Vulnerable to rust

And so to be remembered, malevolence is a must

Betray their trust

Never love, only lust

Is what rules your desires

Along with fucking with people's social lives by killing off their friends

Johnny never sees his girl anymore; he just pretends

No one would deal with the hurt

You're just another corpse to bury in the dirt

He wipes his tears off on his shirt

And moves on to the next blowing skirt

Your death is carved in marble (if you're rich)

Your life? You could have been an angel or a bitch

No one knows, no one cares, and soon the record will be lost

What is His cost?

Him? Capital H-i-m

Still means a God, who can still condemn

And we still say Vol- ahem

You-know-who, in conversation, prose, and poEM

So the baddy's carved in marble and the rest of us are dust

Dust, dust, dust

I'm writing in disgust

From a place that's prone to rust

And for this age to be remembered

Fighting back is a must

And for the kids, only the muse you can trust

And only love, and never lust

-Be it for body or violence-

Is what fuels me.