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A Game


Raised in love, fed to hate

the disappearing youth engage

Bleeding hearts, scrambled minds

Join the game.

 

Once covered eyes, now exposed

drown in tears and then turn cold

no protection, no escape

From the game.

 

Just a game to hardened hearts

who seek to change the ones that aren't

the ones who love and don't yet know

the grasp of hate and death.

 

Fading minds, souls corrupt

everything now given up.

No more youth and no more love

The game is won.

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