![]() GameA Poem by HachamechaI have no consience I do not know the ways of how this is proved by sience it is what is is, do not question my ways
It is easier to be evil you have no worries lock yourself away no more quarries let your soul astray
I am the one who makes you scream for vengence I am the one who is behind the game I issue punishments making the players lame
I make you scream I make you cry I am the master of the Game. © 2012 Hachamecha |
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Added on January 7, 2012 Last Updated on January 7, 2012 Author![]() HachamechaLedyard, CTAboutI don't write much anymore. I will though. I'll find my muse. She just died along with my will. 39~ -Hachamecha more..Writing
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