Drowning Prayer Poem by Jamie Drake

'Our Lord in heaven…
With this drowning of this mothers sweet little boy,
You brought the wrath of the mother,
The mother started to kill in a rampage,
With the mother's death on the land of her deceased son's watery grave.
You have brought on the wrath of her beloved son.
With his mother dead and people still coming to his land,
The little boy turned into a killer.
With each death came experiences of the hunt,
With each more this little boy became more assured of his skills.
With each kill the killer slowly lost his mind until nothing left.
With each kill came the whispers and warnings of his name from the people.
With each warning came a new person and with each new person came a new body bag.
The body bags kept coming until the final person was left whispering his name over and over.
With each whisper his name he got closer and closer until with the last persons breath the victim said, 'Jason Voorhees you poor boy…'
With the last breath of the last person to kill the killer now named Jason,
Goes back to his watery grave and rest until his next hunt comes to him.To rise and kill then rest again.
With each kill comes a price that even the devil himself cannot pay.
With this final prayer please lie in peace finally,
You the boy who turned killer,
The hunter,
The nameless until the end.
Jason Voorhees,
With this prayer lay in peace'