Before it's too late We must succeed. In order to celebrate Let's take heed, Of those that play And those that reset. We need to pray That this ain't roulette. Let's try to hide From the one named Aidoneus For his pride Will soon be upon us!
Cunning linguists You seem to be But are you truely a match for me? Adio's might May be the fright But together We see the light.
Aight someone find out his sleep schedule (P.S we should totally make this a poem thing, it's super fun!)
Everybody needs to sleep It provides the rest we seek So dream of sheep And sleep for a week. For when you seek that restful slumber We will strike to obtain our plunder. Forewarned you've been So fear our might Aido As our shining grin Shall show forever mo'e.
Everyone but the one they call 'doneus pursues the end of this for he is not Prometheus. He is taking away our fiery gift making it repeat and shift.
