Quoted By:
'I choose choice; my own voice.
If will is a gift then I do as I please
I will never get down on my knees.'
Oh, ye sad, broken soul.
Who shot from that grassy knoll?
It was even you, yourself, a mole.
A pit of despair, blackened dark;
'I see the target; I've set my mark.'
Steady...
Aim....
Well, at least there wasn't pain.
I did a service to us men.
He was dangerous to our pen.
