Remember Before
A Pokemon Fanfic
When the red and the white closes on your life,
Your memories have gone, and you no longer know why.
You fight for the sake of war, you kill when commanded.
And are happy when you're praised, sad when reprimanded.
So look at your past, and try to remember,
The life that you lead before;
The simple joy of living,
not killing,
And forget the love of war.
When jubilation wins out over darkness and fighting,
The planet will revert to it's chosen path.
But while battles still rage onwards;
Pain and hurt- not red and white- is our trap.
Though the wind keeps on blowing,
The hope inside is strong.
And though the winter keeps on going,
The fire of hope will never cough.
When the red and the white closes on your life,
Your memories have gone, and you no longer know why.
You fight for the sake of war, you kill when commanded.
And are happy when you're praised, sad when reprimanded.
So look at your past, and try to remember,
The life that you lead before;
The simple joy of living,
not killing,
And forget the love of war.
And forget the love of war.
This is a slightly new take on Pokemon Training and the like (for me).
By the way, I own as much of Pokemon as that tramp who lives in the cardboard box next to your neighbours' house. And unless the tramp is Satoshi Taijiri himself or something, I'm pretty sure that adds up to nothing. Zero. pi divided by pi. Zilch. Nada. Absolutely nothing. I'm talking about zero point zero zero zero zero per cent here. What Planck's Constant can never be more than. NOTHING. N. O. T. H. I. N. G.* Well, bye!
Could I just say that when I said N. O. T. H. I. N. G., I meant N. O. T. H. I. N. G.? Yeah, bye now.
Wait, one last thing. Even though this was meant to be a one-shot, if you convince me through pressing reviews and/or pms, maybe I'll write another poem. Or an actual fanfiction on the topic. Whatever works.