Alright. I know you're probably wondering: "Smg, what are you doing?" "Smg, why exactly are you making this?" Well; I was bored, so I decided to try out something I'm usually not that good at. This is a little poem for one of my favorite wrestlers. Enjoy. Born...with hate. Suffers with serious, Pain. A man, Known by many names. For his recklessness, He blames, Himself. This man, Has a dark personality. But that is his reality. Only he can understand, What is, at hand. He likes, To see you suffer. Only because he wants, you to be tougher. He knows that he is, A role model to many. But that is only his, Responsibility. This man is better, Then all who challenge him. If you dare to step in the ring, Thou shall be a sin. You disobey the warnings, And enter his ring. You seem to feel cold. You hear three simple words, Of someone much greater. You know it is the end, As the man says, Rise, my Undertaker. Well; that was a little poem made by myself. I'm usually not that good with this stuff, but I feel like I did a pretty good job for someone with my ability in this category. If you have not realized who this poem is based off yet, then the person is The Undertaker. One of my favorite wrestlers. I hope you all enjoyed this, as this took me a while surprisingly. Have an amazing rest of your day.
From the depths that lie within us all, We can all find a little something new. Hidden; waiting for its wild call, But when found only to be shooed. There is always greater inside than outside, And that it is always true. But to show it shows you bona fide, And SMG, this poem is you. <3
