Uhm.. ok… well this is a poem I wrote some time ago. I was kind of watching
Vegeta die… and I just sat down and wrote this. I'm sorry I know this is
very bad – but I'd just thought I might put it up there – because I wrote
this poem in Russian.. and in a different language it kind of takes on a
different meaning – but when I was translating it in English, I re-wrote
some of the parts. Well… I was just sitting there, thinking of Vegeta's
destiny… and here what it came out to. Hope you enjoy. Please don't hate
me. :).
Vegeta's Destiny.
Choice is set, your destiny's opened before you
On the set of the tables, unseen, it begins its run,
Letters – warriors, war raging like opened inferno,
And amazed, you see – you're the first one to die.
It's just then, that your goal becomes clear all of the sudden
And the war's burning bridges back, yet you sit and wait,
On the paper, there's all out, bloody battle,
You look closer and blood is nothing but colored smoke.
So what now? You have to decide to step up,
And although they have chosen for you, you sit down to think.
Someone up there, wrote war books that made no point,
About those who died, and you look – your name's first in the print.
Vegeta's Destiny.
Choice is set, your destiny's opened before you
On the set of the tables, unseen, it begins its run,
Letters – warriors, war raging like opened inferno,
And amazed, you see – you're the first one to die.
It's just then, that your goal becomes clear all of the sudden
And the war's burning bridges back, yet you sit and wait,
On the paper, there's all out, bloody battle,
You look closer and blood is nothing but colored smoke.
So what now? You have to decide to step up,
And although they have chosen for you, you sit down to think.
Someone up there, wrote war books that made no point,
About those who died, and you look – your name's first in the print.