There once was a boy
Who never really had a toy,
Who always was thinking about others,
Especially his brothers.
He never talked back, he was very loving.
He was never the one who was shoving.
He's a chick magnite, everyone likes him,
Becuase he's all nice and trim.
He was an orphan, his father left his mother, and his mother died,
His eyes were always red and wide.
He was a nice kid, kind and bright.
But he always had a strong bight.
He was always there, he was always alright,
And he always fought for what was right and dressed in white.
But then, that faitful day, he was taken,
No one knew where he was, their hearts were breakin'.
Nothing could be done to stop what was in progress
For the ones that really killed the priest wouldn't confess.
Nothing could stop it, nothing could be done,
For there was no cure for the cybernetic curse under the sun.
He was alone, no clue were he was,
He started to hear voices in his head without a pause.
Now he had a girlfriend, and they are steady,
Alone, he was totally unsteady.
Now he is close to the end, falling threw the sky,
His friend was low on supply.
He had a great life, nothing in the past few years could deny it
For his heart fell in this great unlighted pit.
Black Ghost was done, his job was threw,
And they dissappeared into the blue.