lol was asked to post so i gonna post the crap   this year poems...

thou shall die tonight 

thou throat be slit

at the stroke of midnight

with no light lit

death is but a game

it has no name

nor a soul

killing is its goal

happy teachers day

death is on its way ,

curses will be made

along with a falling grade

i'll think of more next time darkness covers here again

and next time evilness shall begin !