I used to play games.
Not for the fame.
Just something to tame my mind.
There was nothing to hide.
Anything was aside the point .
It used to tame me.
Never a crime.
Easy to sever.
Now silver is involved.
Easy lever for power.
Another level.
It's the devil in disguise.
How to spot truth in ones eyes.
When your whole life is nothing but lies.
I pick who dies.
I sigh, in playin god.
Now it's my turn to say bye.
To the people who fucked up my mind.
It's easy to stay blind but now that the game has turned on me.
Family lies.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
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