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