(This poem is mostly crack. I just wanted an excuse to write something based on Castiel's famous line :P #sorrynotsorryyetagain)
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I have to distract Michael
To protect and help Dean
I will do what I have to do
To keep this battle clean
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I have a molotov in my hand
To burn Michael to the ground
Now I just need a proper plan
So that everything'll be sound
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Name-calling might just work on
At capturing everyone's attention
That sounds like a plan, but what?
Oh, I think I know...Hey, assbutt!
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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! ××× ...
