Arrogant Father

By: Christopher Pratt

No death seems fitting for you,

Arrogant father,

Surround yourself with your puppets,

Your dolls,

Until no person remains!

When it doesn't matter,

Your death will be by my hand,

It's the end of your performance

No one will one will morn for you

Just here lies Relius Clover,

What will your dolls do then!