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Run the Game

I run for ever I run for fun The ample resource clouds my judgment I am further from the truth I only see sky My conscious is my compass I try to elevate and articulate This is air for ever to breathe Going to fall in the shadows No-name is the order of the day I symbolize confusion Then the elevator goes down I am in the dark place I belong I transpose for reality My orders are complete I am a heat seeking missile Point me and I destroy This is my future and past all rolled into one The game is over I have only regret as my friend

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/5/2015 1:56:00 PM
Christopher, that is the end of the game with a heated seeking missile, good write
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