ThePoodonkis was a scientist,
But alive he is, no more.
For what he thought was H2O,
Was H2SO4.

Murrah had low health. She summoned The Magus sisters to finish the enemy. Murrah ordered the aeons aggressively to attack the enemy, but instead they attacked her.

Lord Krunk opened his eyes to see the Clock Tower Sandwich looming over him, wielding a stylised Banhammer.

Oh Shi-, he began to think, just before he was wiped from existence.

Here lies thebobmaster.
He tried to run, but the bomb was faster.
In the explosion he was caught, and so he was taught,
The student had become the master.

"Oh, fuck me sideways." I would proclaim, realising that my life-long belief of atheism had fallen short. And I really doubt I'd remember my actual death, though I'm sure the Mosh-pit lead up to it would be a blast.

Alas, if only I knew that doing a barrel roll was not as safe and fun as the meme made it sound. Curse you physics and sharp or large objects!

Revised:

Oh cruel irony, a boy cut down in prime.
A hearty one, hale and strong.
But he lays now, dead, as I rhyme along.

A terrible fate of our cruel time,
But never shall his face ever see the dawn.

Whilst in Germany the dear man did fail,
An expedition for the mere sake of joy.
A deep, dark cave, mostly unknown to the world.
Perhaps it sealed treasure, or a once-lovely girl.

But nay, for this man, t'was his unfortunate tomb,

He did try to rappel, but fail with a twitch.
For he had been shot, deep in the gut,
By a foul nemesis, aiming up at the boy.
T'was cursed [Someone] staring up at his foe.

A spasam, a curl, an unholy growl,
as he did let free of the rope
and fall to the ground
he had lost all hope...

None could be found
as he plummeted
down down
down

CRACK

And now you know the fate of this one
and though most of the story may not have rhymed,
it certainly didn't take me all that much time.

This is actually how a tarot card reader said I died in a past life so I thought I may as well post it since I have no imagination.
It's the crusades. The Christian armies are slaughtering the Muslim people for their blasphemy and for ownership of the holy land. One man, Benjamin, is traveling on a caravan to a muslim village. After years of training Benjamin has developed a stern sense of duty and discipline. On the way to this village he makes friends with the other soldiers, sharing stories and their anticipations.

They arrive and the order is given to invade the village. Benjamin, along with the other soldiers, enters the village and watches the horries of the slaughter. This was not some resource supply or bunker of soldiers, these were just innocent commoners who's only crime was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Benjamin see's a small family of Muslim villagers cowering in the corner while several soldiers advance to kill them. His conscious gets the better of him.

"STOP!" He yells. He runs infront of the family and stretches his arms out to block the soldiers. "What are you doing?! These are innocent women and children! They've done nothing wrong!"
"Get out of the way soldier," orders the Captain. "They are heretics and must be purged."
"And what of us!? What have we become? The Bible says to love our neighbours and not to kill, let alone slaughter innocents!"
"This is your last chance soldier, move aside." Benjamin does not budge. "You there, deal with this betraying scum." He points to one of the soldiers that Benjamin had become friends with on the trip to this village, he steps forward towards Benjamin.
Benjamin pleads with his friend.
"Please don't do this, look at what they're doing. It's not right!" His friend says nothing. Instead, he removes the sword from his sheath... and stabs Benjamin through the chest.
Benjamin falls onto his knees, his head feeling faint, the sword didn't hurt... it just felt like someone was pushing heavily on his chest. He falls onto the ground, the dust filling his nostrils, and breathes his last breath in this life.

The man stood amidst the chaos, gazing out across the field. The explosions and rattle of gunfire were muffled in his ears. It had been like this for days, non-stop shooting and explosions always there even when he tried to sleep. He heard the whistle of a mortar and the scream of one of his comrades before he ducked back down. Moments later the impact of the mortar shook the earth beneath him and sent his ears ringing. Dirt was flung over the edge and rained down on the men inside. All went quiet and the man raised himself up risking a glance out into the barren field beyond. In the distance he could see men moving, shuffling as if getting ready for something.
A young man turned to him with worry in his eyes, "Sarge, what do you think they're are doing?"
"Look around Son. What have they been doing for the past couple of days? Kicking the shit out of us."
The boy starred blankly at the man his eyes wide. The man shook his head before moving down the line. "Looks like they are getting ready to rush us. Get those guns ready." No sooner had he finished his sentence then the screams of mortar fire started again. The resounding crash of the missiles as they hit the ground was accompanied by thousands of voices screaming in a different language. Checking his rifle the man raised his head above the lip of the trench and stared out at the mass of men rushing towards him guns ablaze. Raising his gun he returned fire, not taking the time to count the bodies as they dropped. It didn't matter there was always more to take their place so why bother to notice how many.

The few men left in the trench would stand little chance against the sea of enemies flowing towards them. The battalions had all pulled back to fortify the places closer to home but this battalion had been the one to stay behind and cover their asses. Most of the men here didn't know that, they all expected some reinforcements to show up, but this man did and he was prepared to die.

He continued to fire one shot after another, breaking only to reload. He saw men fall on both sides. More on the enemies but they had the men to throw at them and they were not slowing down. The sea was nearing the edge of the trench and the man ducked down, awaiting the first person who would inevitably get down into the trench. Across from him he saw the boy staring blankly towards him, a bullet in his helmet. Most of the gunshots from the trench had ceased as soldier after soldier jumped into it bayonets ready. The defenders managed to take out the majority of the first but wave after wave of men jumped into the trench overwhelming them. The man shoved his bayonet into the face of one attacker and then quickly pulled it out. He pulled out a second bayonet and dropped his rifle to the ground. He stabbed and stabbed as face after face loomed before him and his arm grew heavy. The man felt something sharp slide between his ribs and he fell to his knees. More faces loomed before him still and then something solid connected with his temple. The last thing he saw as he fell to the floor of the trench was the face of a boy staring blankly in front of him.

if only I could just get sucked into animal crossing
stupid paddle i wasnt the ball.
Guess the game and win a toast!