Adam, Adam
Such an innocent little fool
But cursed with Winchester blood
And you got killed by a ghoul
.
Adam, Adam
Michael's vessel you were made
Resurrected crudely from the dead
To be this dark game's old maid
.
Adam, Adam
Filled with regret and utter rage
Your life has never been too good
And now you're stuck in Hell's cage.
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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! ××× ...
