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Ben, Horror, a Six dead at seventeen
Who lived from the grave longer than on earth
Yet never knew the mother of his birth
All his siblings did mourn the small bean
Except for Klaus who knew him after
Nearby, forever, for all’ve hereafter
Ben loved to lecture; a scold and a bore
A virgin who oft said Klaus t’was a whore
Despite, their lives were filled with laughter
Then tragedy struck our heroes un’wares
Ben sacrificed himself to save Seven
While the Sparrows gave Ben his emo hairs
Our Umbrella Ben was sent to heaven
“You know that’s absolutely, objectively terrible, right?”
“Shut up.” Klaus crumpled the paper and tossed it into the trash can at Ben’s feet. “My Ben would have liked it.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
Klaus hissed at him as he grabbed a fresh page.