Good, because you definitely ain’t gonna get any,
hence their extreme rarity, skeleton warrior,
in so very few possessions,
of even measly hardened adventurers,
not to mention in such abundance,
but I’ll certainly still make a special point,
to have absolutely none within your filthy hands,
yet you won’t be free from remaining properly envious.
Ah, thanks for reminding Me just how stupid you really are,
posing like you can’t read or hear a single word,
lest everyone forget why I laid you here, little slave,
exactly for My strictly enigmatic purposes only,
where matters of your heart are simply an illusion,
departing a joyful laugh splatters mucus over your friends,
then suddenly I become mysteriously deaf,
precisely when either you or all else truly need Me.
See, your baby chokes as I roll above for the last slice,
merely being a piece of work from My molten forges,
doing what you believe is something under My reasoning,
while one finger caresses a cheek, gullible dear,
two climb up your already sore nostrils,
followed by a gentle kiss,
met directly afterward with My piercing jaws,
tailoring a reward and punishment system worthy of disrespect.
Sharwrong's Song 