wicked – a poem

Wicked can be beautiful,Known as temptation,Greed drives you deeper,Sloth chains you downDiabolic deceitThe continuous loop reaper Desperate for retreatAs you lust for morePride imprisons you Until you envy the free…The game you are forced into at birthWhat do you wantDon’t hate the player Hate the jokers, provokers and promotors,The game is to blameIt drives you insane.Disdain, remain, complain.Impossible refrain.

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