on why getting on Endmasters bad side is a bad idea, preferably speaking Endmaster doesn't find me. Realstically speaking my end is coming and this is the equivalent of suicide. Yet I most know. Admins and netizens of CYS I ask thee, ¨Can you hear the silence, can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken, can you feel my heart? Can you help the hopeless? Well, I'm begging on my knees, can you save my bastard soul? (Preferably before Endmaster happens)¨- By someone not me
Hopefully the poem will be enough to spare me. . . or not...