They call you crazy, they call you insane, they hurt us in their own game. So long as we, the heros, stand. We will take back this broken land. As the game, growing more intence, we all go insane, we all soon perish. Some will rise, others will fall. But one of us, will stand tall. Insanity or fate? You can decide, witch you wish for. You're team or pure pride.
YOU ARE READING
a small poem of my life
Poetrycute, a bit sad, and a bit catchy. No copywrite intended.
