I used to roam like you did, the world was mine as well.
But now I’m just a memory, a story you can tell.
I’m unimaginable to most, just like those before,
That roamed the world like I did, those that are no more.
I wish that I lived longer, to live into my prime,
But my life was taken from me, an unjust and awful crime.
I hope that you have learnt now, that my death was not in vain,
For beasts that still roam freely, won’t end their lives in pain.
For I am the final saurus, there’s no more left to take.
But I won’t condemn or judge you, for the mistake you had to make.