It was once, they said I was great,
From then on I was to hate anything that would relate..
Great was no longer great, but a terrible trait..
For it was when I possed pieces of great that I was shot with forbidden fate..
A bullet that seeped through slower than most do..
Although so, it didn't kill me, no..
A stab in the heart is what it really took to have the blood show..
The same blood, now writes it's own story,
One of great glory..
© OHT