On the day he was there no one there

On the day he thought to be dead he never did die

When he called on his men they all showed

When he told them to destroy they did so destroy

As he laughed they laughed right along

These sick minds dont ever stop thinking

These sick people never stop living

As long as hes here they stay at his side

With him gone what will determine the line

The line will be crossed again and again

Only untill he is gone will the line stay broken

Broken like the bones of his dear father

It will all end in one big turn

Never being ready is not to be Harry

He will be there in the heat of the battle

He will end up on top of the world once he rid the earth of the evil

The line will be back and never be crossed

If so he will be there alway forever.