Apr 05, 2006 15:49
The battle has begun
First Problem,
Second Problem,
Third Problem...
Ah yes, now I remember,
The world is nothing short
of a homegrown tragedy.
With (fourth) problem after (fifth) problem,
shit.
IT'S ATTACKING. THE (sixth) PROBLEM.
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?
RUN RUN RUN, HIDE, RUN RUN RUN, HIDE.
Yeah, so it made sense. If it can't catch me,
I won't ever have to catch myself.
PREPARE TO ENTER WARP-SPEED.
CHARGE THE PHOTON TORPEDOS.
THIS IS WAR.
Then the (seventh) problem appeared in front,
the eighth was to the east,
My cardinal directions were quite red...
... with... uhhh blood.
RETREAT!
RUN RUN RUN, HIDE, RUN RUN RUN, HIDE.
MAY DAY MAY DAY
it wasn't a day in may at all
and they never came,
it must have caused confusion.
FLANKED. NO ESCAPE.
SELF TERMINATE, OR
TAKE SOME OF THE BASTARDS WITH YOU.
And we all fell down,
down down down down down
until down became up,
and falling became flying.
YOU'RE A HERO SON.
YOU SERVED YOUR COUNTRY WITH HONOR.
The headlines the next day read
"Man ends the tragedy of the world and
saved his travesty of a life, when
he finally stopped running."