by Chris Gustafson
Visions of a world discarded
Every devil violently grinned
Nothing else is more retarded
In this desolate island
Vampyric leeches suck my tears
In a corner am I pinned
Doomed to stay for ten long years
In this desolate island
Verdant-minded souls have taken
Initial funds and thus have sinned
Creation of a boy forsaken---
In this desolate island