Grendels Mother

Tue, 09/13/2016 - 10:57 -- klw107

Greediness s all around the world.

Roaming the earth to and from.

Evilness was in everyone, even the good ones.

No one even care when my son was kill.

Dancing and getting drunk what all that matter to them.

Entertainment is wht they called it.

Lying in his own blood.

Scream I cried out for revenge.

Morning because my son is dead.

Out I went to seek my revenage.

Til I see Beowulf dead.

Horror that this become, just because my son was different.

Every tear I cry.

Revenage forms  my heart.

 

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