Kill me no more

Kill me no more,

Kill me no more,

Kill no one.

Submit yourself to the cops.

The army surrounds Backji and Privak.

And also Voldemort is now sacked.

Soon everybody loses the plot.

And it gets really really hot.

I end this poem with a dot,

Today Victory resounds in the air!

Greta loses all her hair!

No cake for me that is a given.

So no birthdays with Rasha and his men.