writing In this Game...

[super*specialSTAR 19]

You cannot estimate how long others endure

You cannot see logic, only your own careful lies

Corruption rampages as analog as a river but

It never becomes sluggish, it is flowing mercilessly

Syrupy but sharp, it goes on, goes on forever and ever

 

You can look at the pearly star-veiled dark midnight

But all the lovely lush greens of plants deteriorate

As the game becomes more virtual and technological,

Its capacity for people increases and fufills their needs

Makes them suffer, cry, forge deep crimson crevices

 

And it eficiently bristles the people throughout the game

If dreams would never fail, they'd be born frail and flimsy

Never ceasing to exist and formed only as one huge illusion

This is why the game is never ever one huge dream-it is

Truly the mind of many and the mother Earth's scenery

 

It's spins and spins around us- it entrances us- it is to be found

 

What is this game? It can only be the eternal repititive game of life

If this is our days, if this is connected to us, then why do we pretend?

If this is the game of life, who knows the bound morals? Is it all a gamble?

Is this world all wrong? Is love an enigmatic lie? Is forgiveness a brutal sin?

It does not matter for we will always live-always and always until our ends.

 

You who have suffered so for thousands and thousands of years as a Discordian group.

 

Do you know the depths of bestiality that is personally yours?

 

For no, you have not

suffered a custom cross

dreamed new dreams

only trusted bare reality

uncaring to only others

no action but condemning

 

you who have cried for hellish adversities

know not how painful a mistake ever was

you know not how much the declaration

proved itself in all its dignity and belief

you know how others cried but they knew-

 

Someday, when you felt your own agonizing burden, you would not cry for them.

You never knew how to fight for your place and if you did, you would have yielded, long ago.

Edited March 3, 2012 by super*specialSTAR

[Guest]

Very deep, I really like it!

[Fox 5,330]

Talking about how your boy clothes extra tight

I just remembered that my lime light extra bright

I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype

You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke

We know who not getting no sex tonight

[Boofyhooves 78]

This is amazing. Well done! **hoofclaps**

[Jokuc 8,172]

Well written. I like it.

[Marcato 2,143]

This is quite descriptive! Almost like poetry! It sound like the kind of thing you would here in a stories introduction or prologue! Are you planning on continuing this or is it just a quick little thing you wrote up and plopped down here for us all to wonder and marvel at? : D

Edited March 3, 2012 by SilverArrow

[super*specialSTAR 19]

It is indeed a poem but I may be able to start a story off of it. Nice suggestion. I may actually do that, but SilverArrow, your second presumption is correct. I'll try and think of a story to be modeled after the poem.