Mr. White
As Mr. White lay on the lab floor,
He realized his time had finally come,
He stared at the flashing blue and red lights at the door,
and waited for everything to feel numb.
Looking around the lab he realized the truth,
He’d faced off againsts madmen and brutes,
In the name of family love,
But in the end he realized that all the pain,
All the endless suffering and tragedy,
Had been done solely for his own gain.
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