quarta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2025

The war game battery's flat

 The game was broken
It felt like I was choking
The guns didn't blaze neon
The lights didn't come on

didn't blink right or left
then go off within
turn and symbolize death
I can't see the next spin

I am now a drone without direction
Floating around without a target
My life was the game no reflection
There's no point i won't start again

Movement in the simulation
of a wondrous destruction
That was my fulfilled elation
My essence' extract reduction


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