What a game!
To be chopped like a lone doll,
Cowering in an absurd road,
The intent of past,
Flaked away like rust,
The possibility of future,
Subdued like a whipped dog,
What do you do then,
Do you play the game,
Where even the victory is a plunge into swamp,
Or just break free,
To be stranded in sea?
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