A brain running around untamed,
out on lifes plain so gamed.
Galloping around completely free,
with no vision of control decree.
Waiting to be rode,
not knowing how heavy the load.

Hate walked up needing a ride,
roped the brain then took its pride.
Master hate weighed a ton,
carrying him around was no fun.
Master hate kept the brain fed,
serving up much misery and dread.

After years of rough riding,
poor old brain started slip sliding.
Master hate pulled his long gun,
what happen next was no fun.
With a broken leg in place,
poor old brain was shot in the face.

Ashes to ashes.

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