This is a poem about Thalia's death. Written by Justafox.
Thalia wasn't afraid, not even for an evil word.
But one morning, she fell and got stabbed by a sword.
It went through her pirvate parts,
satisfying her allies' hearts.
They put oranges left and right of that one place,
and when the hovercraft came the oranges fell off in all their grace.
"Haha; her balls fell off," her allies all said.
The careers didn't mind Thalia was dead.