Please don't give me negatie points for posting
this her,e but it's the only forum I figured it would fit in
without being too much off topic.
Even though my soul is tainted,my selfless
life has finally ended. A wraith is what i'm
cursed to be, traveling over land and sea.
Take the smoke and make it mine, build my
army over time. Sent me not to burning hell,
but sent me to the Nether-realm.
Take it easy on me please. This is my first poem about a
Mortal Kombat character.