Postby ObsidianTheGod » 06 May 2016, 20:45
Fire.
Flame.
Lava.
Melting.
Burning.
Destruction.
Dying.
Hating.
Crying.
This is my poem, it's called "The World Where Trump is President." I think it beautifully captures the story of what it will and/or would be like.
Thank you guys, thank you. Don't get out of your seats... Thank you.
If you look up at me you will see a friend.
If you look down at me you will see an enemy.
But if you look me square in the eye you will see a God.
Bray Wyatt