A poem I wrote. I hope you like it.
Title: Multiplayer
Thanks for the timid timing between
Got us gory of helpless rhyming
The gimmick of such a surrounding place
The run of man when goodness is all his stake
Yet he bes what bes and bes evil in such a place
The mimicking of a lard a place in his heart is hurt
And he goes to say such things like,
He’s weak and he must be a sissy
When the truth all about he is,
He’s, an insane body twirled in the collapsed space of what you see here
Evilness a place
A human being nowadays and the ever’s stake
So he’s helpless in twain
When man is formed in multiples; all multiplayers, then is tis world via him ruined
So it’s needless a guess to say he’s via them in pride is hurt
So he lost this one life
And he lost himself too
So there’s nothing left to say besides,
My eyes that bear, I see he’s in a mercy betwixt God’s hands for he tried yet couldn’t cope with the struggles
of life for he’s the born one unique, he has to defy the odds of the given life when dark is gloomed to the
heart, where there’s no hope not a will to defy anymore; he’s lost and a lost one he’s and is lost the matter of
things in between; as things are brought; man in all his kind being bad but he’s not; things that count a win or
loss, for life’s no game, so where’s that leaves; he lost but isn’t in my so merciful God’s hands