A poem

It was a dark night,
a terrible night
Godfather and jesus,
were locked in a fight,

teeth were shaking,
hands were aching,
godfather took a swing,
followed by breaking,

with a split head,
Jesus was now dead,
It was game over,
as godfather read,

Jesus known as matt,
had lost mortal combat,
They both new,
as they left the ps2,