I don't own CB. This is a short poem-ish about Vicious and has some spoils
about Julia, Spike, and Gren. I'm writing this in study hall at school so
it will probably suck a lot because I am bored.

HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO

He wasn't supposed to end up alone.
He was supposed to end up with the girl.
He wasn't supposed to be betrayed up his best friend.
He was supposed to run the Syndicate with his best friend as the 2nd dog in
charge.
He wasn't supposed to live in agony or pain, with dark images childishly
playing on his head.
He was supposed to live in glory, with his sweetheart by his side.
He wasn't supposed to turn into statue that couldn't feel.
He was supposed to end up marrying his love.
His friend wasn't supposed to steal her away from him.
His friend was supposed to be his best man at their wedding.
He wasn't supposed to live in a donjon, with his only company being a bird.
He was supposed to finally live happy, being surround by his friends.
He wasn't supposed to end up fighting in a war.
He was supposed to share a sundae with his her.
He wasn't supposed to turn an innocent man to jail.
He was supposed to have meet friends in his life.
He wasn't supposed to end up saving a guy's life.
He was supposed to end up killing the 3 dogs of the Red Dragon.
He wasn't supposed to end up killing his friend or lover.
He was supposed to end up being happy....but didn't