Riddle me this,
Parts of soul to miss.
A boy once hated,
Who never has waited,
Only left a scar,
Not predicted by a star.
His name really is a riddle,
But pay attention to its middle.
To the world he only brings pain,
As a child he was known for his brain.
Two words was all it took,
In a mirror now you must look.
Beat him now or pay the price,
Careful, you can only die twice.
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A Colection Of Short Poems
PoetryA whole bunch of short poems, songs (or whatever you call those) that came to my mind Will be updated, soon
