We never thought we were
Mortal kings with our names
Set in golden letters, unaware
Of this falling country's games
.
We never thought we were
Heroes with red angel wings
And sulphurous halos, there
With salvation's final calling
.
We never thought we were
Heaven or hell's chosen ones
To fulfil their destinies, where
We'll be interlocked defiance
.
We never thought we were
Anarchists or rebelliousness
Cheating against all that's fair
Out for a grand scheme mess
.
We never thought we were
Righteous, or just plain evil
We're not out to give a scare
We're not any bitch's vessel
.
We never thought we were
Carriers of this world's fate
Whether we save it, or dare
To destroy the whole planet
.
We never thought we were
Legends without any cause
And that someday they will
Be mourning with our loss
.
We never thought we were
We carry the family business
Killing off monsters that fare
Saving people from it, no less
.
We never thought that we were anybody
I mean, hell, we're only just two hunters
No one special, no one big or legendary
We've always just been the Winchesters.
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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! ××× ...
