Forget Life,
Forget this game that ended in strife,
To many people cry,
Over these all these people that die,
For me to worry over people that trife,
In the thing that used to be my life.
I hate this fight,
That ended my bright,
Blooming light,
That came after the night,
Of a pale world’s fright.
I’m just sick of the strife.
I’ve been caught up in the tide,
Of a wild ride,
Even if I run I can’t hide,
When it’s by the rules I must abide,
In this society where people have tried,
And died;
To be a part of the association,
And demonstration,
Of some type of education,
Of it’s natural civilization,
In the wondrous, twisted fantasy,
Called life.

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