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THE GAME

Delivery seems tensed as one cries for relieve
There I am
There I am
Down a loin I know not of
They mistaken my pain as joy likewise its reversal
An innocent being gasps for life
There he lies in abundance
Blessed or cursed
A choice in life to be taken
Hope you endure
For this game has started. 

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