Poem on SPN...KINDA.

[misaki_kinomoto]

Its kinda sad that every time,
We try to do it right,
Some big ass bastard knocks it down,
And never goes down without a fight.

We've lost, we've died,
Cas has even lost his mind,
And Sam's a fucking GIRL,
And Dean slowly, steadily deteriorates,
Into a alcoholic surl.

All we wanted was for it to end,
For peace to last a YEAR,
But no,some god darn baddie's gotta rise,
And God, we'd love to hurl.

And God, that bloody bastard's off,
On his tortilla in Mexico (yes, Cas i know, he doesn't)
Couldn't give a flying f,
if his worlds about to burst.

And we're tired, we are,
But we'll keep on fighting,
because thats what hunters do,
We fight, we slay, keep the baddies at bay,
And never get credit for it too.

Cas got imploded (and went crazy, i guess)
Dean got mauled (and tormented, it's hell)
And Sam decided to go Addict,
But they persevere and they die some more,
And that stupid God still just brings them back for more.

We're tired, we want it to end,
But we'll definitely die trying,
Because in the end the world is worth saving,
Even if God and Heaven keep on lying.