Upon The Eighth Day On the first day I played With my toy bullets and its gun Bullets that hit no one Bullets that still made great fun On the secound day i ran Against my personal will But i ran for the help of my future self Who would need more help then me On the third day i listened To the small man at the mic "You must be prepared" he said "Prepared to lay down your #life" On the fourth day i prepared To help in this splendid time But all i could do was watch As heros headed straight to heaven On the fifth day i dressed In the most splendid colors of the day To prepare for my upcoming task Yes, it was finally the day On the sixth day i cried As children often do But that face is now buried deep In the trunk of forgotten junk On the seventh day i slept More then was personaliy needed But when situation calls for it Who am i to refuse a present? On the eight day i walked With the face in the big black cloak To greet my countries past heroes Where we all resided in hell #title