if one decides to compete
the rule of the game is not
to get caught cheating
otherwise there is no other
way to win the prize if one
decides to participate
inveigle is a dance of
chance and in the end
one could be strangled
till death comes knocking
respirtory distress is a
forfeit and there is no
finishline to drink
Gatorade and rejuvenate
passion burns the same intensity that fuels the
rage of jealousy toying
with ones troubled
emotions can be death
defying and lead to
defeat especially
when the cause of
the game is to win
at all cost so they'll
be no loss of blood
should one decide to
risk it all for the sake
of love a demon will
appear in disguise
a muddied wilderness
pretending to be a
coral reef paradise
fret none it's all a mirage
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: ONE! Ah, if it was also the same of shackles?! Peace and Love. |
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