1929

In the middle of the battle he lays his sword down and walks aways

Death fronting trumpets back ground as death stalks his prays

Like how hawks pray you clueless like maybe ox brain

Not game on how to live we figure it out but life got lame

So he became a drunk battling his demons so battling the reason the live

So it’s the season to give right so he wants to give himself a gift

He goes to a bar drinks himself a asleep then there open a rift

Death comes through makes it swift

Left him blue as his soul shifts

Brought back he goes home and grasps his phone

He calls his mother answers in a nervous tone

No answer it’s his brother

Rudolph and prancer relationship so there thunder

True envy towards one another

He hangs up seeing the convo as ivy

Thinking I’m bold and cold no icy

I don’t need no one to like me

He goes back to station to get a drink likely

No he buys razor blades starts a bath and pulls Hannah baker

Ana a soul leaves to the undertaker and the Paul bear

You stare at his corpse for minutes open casket

That’s the end that’s it