John Woodson
I shall return!
Help them grow and thrive,
Threats of deadly mayhem,
I made you welcome to this earth;
No matter how far I run,
All the magic and necromancy,
He did what was just and right.
I intend to have the last laugh,
The right to life is just an empty promise.
A hardening in old error,
The intelligent ones have become ignorant,
For thi parting nether say nor singe,
A small, positive return on investment.
I like to help in situations like that,
Fight for the soul of each individual;
It would be a great inconvenience,
I owe my angel to my mother.