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