In that alley,
He found Jesus,
Nailed to the dumpster,
Chopped to pieces,
Crescent by choice,
This is how my pain unleashes,
From within his words,
Hatred was learned,
Burnt his poetry,
And Mocked his laughter,
Strangled and bloodied,
A crown of thorns,
Tattered and torn,
Beaten unconscious,
This is how his violent story was told.
Together, Sir Shadow, We will tear apart the world,
Ripping everything we see to shreds,
Spending all our money on stupid things,
Stealing the world, hiding it away in a box,
Pandora will be reawaken.
Ian Robert Potapoff,
With Inspiration from Jeremy Shadow maker
