Master of the GameMature

This long, cruel and weary road,
I  stumble and fall upon.
Has me in this forever-blinding lock,
In which I cannot escape from.

Somewhere in my faded travels,
I start to play a venal game.
Ducking, diving and missing all the traps,
I forget to avoid the most wicked dismay.

I was reckelss when I rolled the dice,
And you used all the cheats.
You promsied me that we'd stay forever,
And that our bodies will sweetly meet.

Now you're playing two humble rookies,
I hope you're happy with the result.
I presume you know I'm still in love with you,
But I still think you're a cunt.

The End

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