The Obby Master

And so the day comes to an end Oh how I wish my soul would mend The grief one feels is beyond reproach When they obby so bad, they need a coach I jump and weave and try to progress But the obby is fierce, one measurable test But my soul was saved when from the heavens Came THE OBBY MASTER, (his real name's Kevin) He guided me through the jumps and weaves Now I obby with grace, and shift-lock with ease The day is anew and my soul is saved Follow my poetryusop