My Final Days
My final days
As I stand here at this stand
I have to wonder
Did you care for me?
At all or even a little?
Why have you left me to this damnable fate
At the edge of an axe
With my head on a wooden stand
You were my brother
My friend
My allie
Yet you are going to let them slit me like a pig
I loved you
Yet you feed me to the wolves
But yet I cant hate you
No matter what I try I can’t hate you
So as they lower me to this block I have to say this
Thank you brother for protecting me
Even in the end I hear you yell for it to stop
That it was wrong
That I deserved a second chance
So as that axe lowers to my head
Thank you brother
Even though you put me here out of anger
You have tried to get me out with love
Thank you
*CHOP*
