Bobby's here at the ready, along with Castiel
And the roadhouse crew, Jo and Ellen Harvelle
Got the Colt from the crossroads demon Crowley
To gank Lucifer's ass and stop the apocalypse finally
.
It's time to bring back what was always ours
This is it; the clock's striking the eleventh hour
Ain't no time to cry like a little baby and choke
This is a suicide mission, abandon all hope
.
Though this might be our last night on Earth
If we save the world, then it's all for its worth
Come on guys, we got no more time to waste
'Cause, you, Sam and I got some hell to raise.
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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! ××× ...
