To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Last Apology

(Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be dumping a barrage of season 6 finale related poems while simultaneously crying my feelz out.)

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I'm battling and desperately fighting a losing war

Going against an archangel and all his loyal cronies

And if my army loses and everything breaks apart

Raphael and his Heaven crusade will damn me eternally

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I didn't want to have to resort to such a decision

To team with the demons and their new emperor

Keeping secrets for myself is already bad enough

But this plan, it seems to be the only viable door

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To open up a lock, feed on a million ready souls

A nuclear powerhouse to fully energise my core

It shall be potent enough to obliterate Raphael

And finally finish and win what I've been fighting for

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But was this choice ever worth its weight in gold?

My actions had been brash, and my decisions bold

They have all lost their faith and trust within me

The Winchesters, angels, I'm a common enemy

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I have attempted to make them all understand

To get them to stand down, and stand by my side

But I had to resort to cheap tricks and underhand

They can't blame me now, Heaven knows I tried

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Though it was never my intention to lie, I say this now truthfully

I know I've been a two-faced jerk, I've been betraying everybody

I might not survive, so Sam, Dean, I sincerely hope you can forgive me

For all this mess that I dragged you in, for purgatory, for lying...I'm sorry.