Do you like to write or read poems, well share the poems, here's one for example:
His skin as dark as night,
His eye's a mysterious blue.
He's coming to get evil,
He's coming to get you.
So go ahead and try to run,
You can even try to hide.
But you won't know he's there
'til his blade is deep inside.
So as your life drains out of you
and the blood begins to spread,
remember that you pissed yourself
in that final moment of dread.
The final thought coming to you
before your mind begins to fade,
is "what the hell was I thinking
when I tried to f*** with Slade."