Melrose Lar Poet I do not know?

Conspiracy

Beat him down with outraged judgment
Pace the halls with anxious steps
Look! They gaze beneath your feet
There he must compete
Only to collapse to their defeat 
 Roar their thoughts upon his soul!
Feel the emptiness in whole
Shall he cry or shall he not!

Here’s the game and there’s the plot
Cruelty is what makes it shift
Wait! He thinks another time
What’s with this game of grime?
He won’t commit this repulsive crime 
Pressure thumps upon his heart
Whishing he could just depart
There he glimpses eyes below 

Is it an ally or is it a foe?
Must be friend, for foe to far
There she Glomps his body in all
A single hug may seem so small
But when’s the last, he can not recall
Subsides the pressure deep within
Causes a smile, an amusing grin
The game has ended, and there’s the win

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