Eater of Worlds

A sickly kid comes unto the world He will not die right away But calling him healthy is living in dream world It’s hard to decide let him go to school or for his soul to prey But as years pass by new strength lives in a child He grows strong and tall He is rather settle only sometimes wild And he coughs every fall But that passes too Only a teacher calls him sick And how to pronounce his name has no clue But she does not realize what bomb in the guy she made tick He tries to make his mark on the world But does not have a chance He lives in his own world And his name is hard to pronounce He dies alone and forgotten Democracy to him is a lie When they put down his coffin His eyes look to the sky But as they write his name on the casket They make a mistake They don’t give him a sonnet But mistake is more than his soul can take From the grave he raises And his enemies he razes He becomes eater of worlds and master of time And his spirit by his own hand is in the place very sublime