(Hooray for absurdly late and now-irrelevant holiday poem due to lack of electricity and internet connection! *throws demon blood everywhere* I'm posting this just for the hell of it. I was originally posting a feelzy poem based on A Very Supernatural Christmas, but that went nowhere, so instead have a crack SPN song to the tune of 'Jingle Bell Rock'. Enjoy. Or not. .-.)
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WINCHESTERS ROCK!
Winchester, Winchester, Winchester rocks
Sammy and Dean out to wage in their luck
Demons and creatures and monsters beware
'Cause they're gonna come invade your lairs
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Winchester, Winchester, Winchester rocks
Driving Impalas and listening to rock
The entire team out to save the doomed day
So don't you worry, okay?
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In the nighttime, think it's fight time
Let's gank bitches away
Winchester class, means you're badass
The family business going strong today
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Sam and Dean, Bobby, Cas
They'll save your ass
You don't have to be afraid
Shooting and stabbing and giving out sass
'Cause the Winchesters, 'cause the Winchesters
'Cause the Winchesters rock!
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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! ××× ...
