Game

Game

A Poem by Hachamecha

I 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
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Hachamecha
Hachamecha

Ledyard, CT



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