Level 8
7/17/23
To all I must send my thanks
Again my very best a waste
Took a right, next left and then straight
After seven takes
Only reached level 8
Nearby a metal gate
I felt the hate
To tell it straight
Had to accelerate and elevate
Not just celebrate
From Heaven's Gates
It was unintentional if I fell from grace
Burning up, soon to self immolate
Meanwhile in the dark the devil waits
In such a hellish place
Rulers still aim to keep others in a repressive state
People playing with lives, giving themselves a helping plate
They mess with the threads of fate
Attempting to seperate
The process perpetuates
At nearly the same percentage rate
This vicious cycle is less than great
Ah what a headache
Like being a deadweight
I can't with you, back to the bread chase
The rest can wait
Until the death date
Any time of day
A struggle to find my way
What can I say
Is this what the world does to you or am I to blame?
Can't treat life like it's any kind of game
Scorned and teased
I live among swarms of bees
Nearby enormous trees
It no longer tortures me
From no one I don't need your mercy
It stormed severely
Previously I had some poor theories
Now I can see it all more clearly
Had poor steering and vision was distorted for nearly
Far too long, focus was scrambled so the outcome went accordingly
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