Trick me and kill me a million times
Ain't it so fun to just watch me fall?
Befuddle and amaze me to cloud nine
That's what you tricksters do after all
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Handing out a big serving of poetic just desserts
With a dash of pranks, irony, and lots of hurt
The world and a lollipop in your hand, candy eater
But the making me chase my own tail tastes even sweeter
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Always hanging about, fooling around at the seams
Screwing with the Winchesters, Sam and Dean
Warping all of reality for a bit of funny lesson to man
The apocalypse is nigh, but you still have your fun
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But lighthearted ones always hide a dark tale
Brewing in the deepest of their hollow cores
They wish to make others laugh and smile
For they cannot smile themselves anymore
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When you stare up into the midnight skies
Do you still miss Heaven, Gabriel?
You may or may not be still well and alive
But is your soul still breathing, my angel?
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
