if i die

'my mother will live,
she will rule this world,
and i will be her perfect son,
and i will have the power...'

i closed my eyes,
leaned my head forward,
and began to pray.

for the sake of this world,
to keep his evil out,
i fear i must give up something important.

i feel a heat
come from the ribbon tied
around my hair;
it must be working,
my prayer must be working!

there is hope yet...

i look up, 
to see the spikey-headed man,
i know will sace the world.
i say nothing,
only smile.

he looked up quickly,
i did not, 
for i knew what was coming.

a cold feeling
goes through me,
as the blade slices
through my stomache.
my prayer went through, though.

it needn't matter if i die...

---mindie bolce