At the time of their deliberate deception and <br />At the moment of our foolish perception <br />The game brought itself to existence <br /> <br />emerging bitterly with every shade of red <br />grasping serenity with envy crave for red <br /> <br />The obsession to rule all the bits of land <br />illusionized the every involved gang <br />thus eliminating the evident evolved past <br />so declaring the task by dividing its mask <br /> <br />suppressing the protest of pen and paper <br />yet yelling the word of freedom <br /> <br />chanting the importance of impartiality <br />yet slaying the meaning of humanity <br /> <br />trying hard to forbid the thinking of a clever mind <br />though foxily limitizing the knowledge to its fitting kind <br /> <br />shedding tears over the death of few <br />yet splitting soul from a body like a splashing dew <br /> <br />with terror silencing us not to dare <br />in spite of its fierce shout that it does care <br /> <br />oh hidden heart! why do you grieve over the increased strain <br />by seeing an imposed ignorance to its highest make <br />because the truth stays still though the game tries to show it nil<br /><br />Lail Reveal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-game-filled-with-pain-yet-such-a-fame/
