wow, cant belive it. it brings a tear 2 my eye
. i like your poem, very nice. youve made the pit lord cry.
The Predator had his wristblades around the humans neck. his neck was just perfect to fit between the blades. Before he dealt the fatal blow, something erged him to look back. He saugh the wounded human with the minigun that he had stabed with his spear. his eyes went wide. He herd the chain spin up, Then there was only blackness