Me, I'm a person
A human I am not, though
Does the sun,
Yet shine on men like me, oh?
This face isn't made for the sun's
Golden rays
To shine upon
I really truly am crazed
I'm not a religious man
But if Heaven is real
Then there's no way I can
Can get there, that is, I feel
I thought Hell was meant for me
See, but Hell is made for souls
You see,
There's no way I have a soul
I'm a ruthless killer, I am
Gullible, idiotic and unwise
People talk of sweet nostalgia making them calm
No, nostalgia makes me cry
The images, the things I've seen
And the things I've done
Prove and mean
That I'm just a Hun
Sorry for all the Germany related poetry. I got inspired by watching Shrek The Musical to write some poetry. Don't ask me why.
