The Chest in Room 776

"Whose chest is that?" A young voice asked.

"That is the chest from room 776." An older voice answered. The chest was quite old and rotting.

The old man gave the chest a shake.

Screams from the inside signify that it was a bad mistake.

The old man looks to sea.

The lull of the waves breaking the silence with distant waves and birds that are awake.

Nothing like the place of 776.

That rooms of horrors and maze halls.

No one could say that this old man had no balls.

No sir. No one says that this man has no balls,

as he screams and hits his mic on his head.

The old man, now 32, looks upon his bed,

there he sees the chest.

Once he thought it carried wonders,

now he knows it carries horrors beyond belief.

The chest is rotting, old and deep,

but this man has promises to keep,

Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps

Revenge is a promise that this man plans to keep.

now in room 776,

there is nothing but a blip.

blip, blip, blip.

And no one knows what the old man thinks

for he isn't in his right mind.

He will go deep into that rotting chest...

to room 776.

once again.

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Happy Birthday Markiplier! This is a randomly generated poem that i wrote about a video that he has posted on YouTube and an old rotting chest. It makes no sense. then again its not supposed to.