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A Deadly Game
A kind of webs that tangle around each other into a sick, twisted knot.
A kind of webs that trap others into a pit of misery.
Its like a game between lives itself.
A deadly game where one's soul is on the gamble card.
Like a chest, where one proceed step by step.
Using his pawns and battling the enemy.
Sacrifice is not an option and hesitation can plunge the player into the curb.
A game where the enemy is one own self.
Like a competing soul trying to win a body.
But both knows that neither will win.
It is kill or be killed.
A kind of game where there is no escape.
A sick humor of the universe.
The prey becomes the predator and the predator becomes the prey.
There is no limit to possibility, but everything will lead to one single destination.
Death, is waiting.
We are all trap in this game. A fake, gigantic theater, where the audience are ourselves and yet we are playing.
One by one falls. Only a few remains.
I am still playing this psychotic game.
My dice is still rolling and my card is still fresh.
My time has come to make a move, to put my price on a card.
Many of my companion falls.
But I am still standing, still fighting and still playing.
I know there is no escape, but while the dice is rolling...while the card has yet to be drawn...while the game has not end, I must find a way out.
Until then, I am here...with my trump card firmly in my grip.
Until the final bell tolls...until the Angel of Death calls my name...until lies becomes the truth and until white turns to black....
I will fight till the end...until end greets me.
Putting up my armor,
Pararae
DATE:Friday, July 26, 2013
TIME:{10:50 AM }
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