Thou shalt ode to thee pathetic wonders 

For he is the boat with no ocean to sail

The tide of fates fury rage like thunders 

life lived in a meloncholy blue shell

Questions the purpose of a souless mind 

Questions the sadness of a rotting pine

Roots are anchors of will that souly bind 

Thou wants somewething he may tittle as "mine" 

The contemplation humans will recall 

Thous remanence of a dreadful life's due 

Drowned in the pool of Fathers alcohol 

When all has dried up, all thats left is you.

Thy's left alone in darkness, Pathetic 

Thy's reminded by his name, albthetic