Whatchamacallme: This rant poem was made this shortly after I read Dumbledore's death in Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince by J K Rowling. I couldn't figure how to rant at Dumbledore, so it took the form of a young follower of Christ just after he died and before he rose again. Read, Relax, Enjoy.
Why did you die?
Why?
Why did you have to die!
You told us you were the Anointed One!
The Messiah...
I don't understand...
You were going to free us,
But you died...
Why?
Why did you let them spit on you,
Mock you,
Curse you,
Hit you,
Hang you...
You let them tear your body to shreds,
While you were still conscious!
You willingly carried your own cross?
What kind of Messiah are you?
Are you a hoax?
Possessed by the Devil himself?
No, you said "A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Then did you lie?
Did you lie to the thousands?
Did you lie...
To me?
I somehow cannot believe you are a liar.
It wold not be like you.
Why did you die?
You're supposed to be our— my savior.
Why?
Whatchamacallme: I must agree with Mrs. A. Hamilton's review on Why?. We are giving Xians Suck way too much attention. I propose that all the people who are being bombarded by his reviews delete all of them, except the ones you promised not to delete or actally have something to do with the story. Maybe after we give him enough inattention, he will go away. If you agree with me, say so in your review.