BOnesnapper = gwar
When I first saw him , he was standing in the rain. Fading light still gave sight to the faces, faces of the slain.
How many have fallen before you? HOw many have you sent below? Could you ever show pity? Is that a word that you know? YOu are a merciless bastard. YOu are the end of the song. YOu are the power, the pillar, the piston. You are the ram rod of woe.
Its not poetry , but it sure makes me want to conquer a small country.