Red-Jirachi-2

Marceline, I'm sorry that I ate your fries, I should've looked you in the eye, and realised you'd cry. I'm the Lord of All Evil, but still, that doesn't make me a mean guy. I make my subjects reduced to tears, But, Marcie, don't be afraid of me Because it's one of my greatest fears. Oh Marceline, When the world burned I thought you were gone. So I ate some fries. I ate lots of fries. I wanted to take the pain away. Yes, I hurt, I can hurt. Even when I have won. Why did I stop looking? What was wrong with me? That senile old man-how could I be a worse father than he? For a thousand years, I've tried to say sorry Even with the