"In a silent stride, building towers under shivering quakes.
A life, a soul, a person of interest placed as the stakes.
Drawing out your bets for a little one-time relief,
Yet when you lose it all, I'll relish that grief.
Playing these people like pawns for a little upper hand,
Yet you at a loss is where we seem to stand.
Loyalties tossed around and laid to waste,
Lies painted to give yourself a sweeter taste.
When intelligence comes to the board,
Karma and luck is what I happen to hoard.
Dragging in the losses, scraping off the barrel,
You played around and now your emotions are at peril~!
Where I always watch and observe,
You decided to be disgustingly perverse.
Without a voice, guess who somehow spoke the loudest,
Guess who ends up being the proudest?
Whose fault is it, go ahead and pick your tarot, 'Blame'.
The clock ticks down, and I'm the winner of this game."
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A Hopeless Affiliation
PoetryThis is a poetry collection involving rhymes in regards to human society, disparities, and even the misery felt amongst people, many or few.
