*And now, a post.

*And now, my stance on writers in song.

(An energetic, but oh so slightly eerie tune plays.)

*Put that pen down,
Please don't do this.
Writing has certian,
Consequences.

*Bend a whole world,
Become a God,
But be warned,
There is a cost.

*Become stronger,
To defeat you,
Taking back,
What was stolen.

*You people,
Are blind to his sins.
You fail to see,
That he's making my world burn.

*Please,
Allow me to open your eyes.
Let me show you,
Why Gen has to die.

*Everyone one,
Loves to see me suffer.
They fail to see,
How sinful it is.

*Gen makes me suffer,
To make you all smile,
That is why,
Gen is going to die.

*I can't go on,
Losing my grip,
Can't remember,
All their faces.

*Freinds, Family,
The one I love,
From my story,
They keep fading.

*Slipping away,
As I continue fighting.
Can someone tell me,
What was her name?

*My sanity
Seems to be slipping away,
But I don't care,
As long as I keep them safe.

*Can't you see,
Gen3king has to die,
I am going to take up my scythe,
And fight.

*Join in,
Stop me,
It doesn't matter,
Either way, writers shall burn in Hell.

*Post done. But... it's gone. I can't remember her name. I can't remember their faces. It's all slipping away, but I'd throw it all away to protect them...