This was written when listening to Mama we all go to hell, by my chemical romance a glimpse into the the head of uta interprut how you will but please leave a comment or two.
Mama we all go to hell.
Wasn't fair. How could they?
Mama we all go hell.
Don't I deserve to live?
Mama we're all full of lies.
We are the predators, they are the prey, and we are superior why are we that ones that are hunted. No, they were weak, but I am not.
Mama we're meant for the flies.
The 4th ward is mine, and none shall take it from me, their all pathetic weaklings anyway.
Mama we all go to hell.
How could it happen? I'm strong, he's weak just a weak little nobody.
"Your strong I'll give you that boy, and brutal very brutal but this is a game of puppets and masters and you are a puppet so if I were you I'd get used to it." The nobody said.
No he wouldn't accept this. He was a predator and if to be a predator he had to be a master, he would he would rip that mocking clown face off the face and make him his puppet.
And right now their building a coffin just your size.
A figure stood alone in an empty street of 4th wards red light district in hand he held a blood covered clown mask, in the other he grasped to eye balls one white the other black with a red iris, he was staring intensely at them. And let out a depraved giggle.
Life is a…
Dream for the wise
Game for the fool
Comedy for the rich
Tragedy for the poor