Player Two
my x has been boxed
Stations have been played
nine ten do
switch
my reality virtualised
my intelligence artificialised
escaping fear in evil
residently near
Trevor smiles
as his stole car
switch gears
Of wars i am well versed
Honoured with medals
Never smelt the Battle field
Duty always called
From mist
filled silent hills
screaming megaphones call
Half my life lived
Fi-fa-foo-fum
I smell the blood
of a lego x-man
Mind my craft
Spy with row
Crash the band
i could
Assassin hid by hood
Redemption read
Dead rise and walk
May i cry ask the devil
Raid the den
The division with which her
smile has changed
wonder if these days
are the last of us
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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