I'm sick of playing video games
In which soliders scream
"Fire in the hole! ", they aim
And hit my peaceful dreams
.
When each play starts
The scares follow me like dead men
Then the class of killing arts
Hides what soldiers ban
.
War is the worst ever
It ends jerks' lives, and clevers'
When it comes to make things clear
Traitors awakens the hell out of my fear
.
Boring, this joyless game is
The play has to reach its end
Friends who I'm used to play with
My funeral, they will not attend
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