No sleep for the wicked man who tried his hand in the pot power, the pot it turned sour ,truly we will recount this hour, oh the fool who lost the pot of power. He greeds for all like troll underneath a bridge getting ready to take it all, your life will be tribute with no retribution to this terrible man
who rips many parts by his hands, be carful because your standing where the last man stands, oh no you've been gripped by his monstrous iron hands "rippp" there he goes truly just another dead man. "Ahhhhh" the man screams as he fiends for blood, downtrodden he looks around then hears a pound on the door, yet it's him pounding, he opens it there is the kid snoring laughing in his beautiful dreams adoring his thoughts of grandeur, but oh no the man is there who grabs him by the hair and rips him apart and all the kid can do is stare, "why do you kill him" "the same reason a man kills a fly eagerly awaiting to die" madness is all you see, a man talking to himself, a pity. This poor fool who grabbed the pot of power