Board Thread:Fun and games/@comment-27101994-20170318100108/@comment-28987058-20170320140454

Your hill is never

No not ever

I keep trying

Holding in crying

Because you try to kill

In a poem like thrill

But you think you can stay

Now that I'm here no way

Now to kill you, I will slay

with a sword, that okay?

Now my kill cause you are dead

Now stay on your death bed

The hill belongs to me

Now you can see

This secert will make you flip

I've seen the iceberg tip