The Ruthless One
by Biker Babe21
There once was a boy
who at one time had great joy,
but all that joy was soon gone.
Replaced only by the corpses of many people long gone.
He was the prince of his race,
a fact that no one could erase,
even though Frieza tried.
He tried and tried but he never cried
over the loss of everything.
But the prince would cry over one thing.
He would never cry aloud
for the father who was never proud
of the son that was now enjoying the screams of the dying,
as they lie there crying.
Those people would cry,
over all who would die
by the boy,
who lost all joy.
This boy grew up to be a ruthless man
who would kill many a man
without thinking twice,
their existance he would erase.
He always hated Frieza, you see,
for everything that was taken away from he.
His family, his freedom, pride and joy
were taken away from the boy
who now lays dieing,
all the while, crying.
Crying for all that had happened to his race
the race, that Frieza was sure to finally and completely erase.
He lie there with a worry about his race.
A worry that it would be soon erased,
from the memories of all,
the mighty Saiyan race would fall.
AN:dont no exactly y im even putting this up. i did this when i had
nothing 2 do on the computer 1 day. btw, if u like my poems and stories
here then check out my stories and poems on fictionpress.com under the sn
Da Alley-Cat.
by Biker Babe21
There once was a boy
who at one time had great joy,
but all that joy was soon gone.
Replaced only by the corpses of many people long gone.
He was the prince of his race,
a fact that no one could erase,
even though Frieza tried.
He tried and tried but he never cried
over the loss of everything.
But the prince would cry over one thing.
He would never cry aloud
for the father who was never proud
of the son that was now enjoying the screams of the dying,
as they lie there crying.
Those people would cry,
over all who would die
by the boy,
who lost all joy.
This boy grew up to be a ruthless man
who would kill many a man
without thinking twice,
their existance he would erase.
He always hated Frieza, you see,
for everything that was taken away from he.
His family, his freedom, pride and joy
were taken away from the boy
who now lays dieing,
all the while, crying.
Crying for all that had happened to his race
the race, that Frieza was sure to finally and completely erase.
He lie there with a worry about his race.
A worry that it would be soon erased,
from the memories of all,
the mighty Saiyan race would fall.
AN:dont no exactly y im even putting this up. i did this when i had
nothing 2 do on the computer 1 day. btw, if u like my poems and stories
here then check out my stories and poems on fictionpress.com under the sn
Da Alley-Cat.