a few years later

no longer young

yet still small

his hand stung

his pride wound up and strung

what chaos to the land would he bring and brung

"its been 5 years"

"way too long"

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"what is this world and how did i get here and how did i get along"

he wondered to himself who was not really strong

how did he live in this world with these morons ! 

"is life a game?"

"is life for fame"

"what is it man this world is lame!"

"no video games"

"what do i have to blame? but my own stupidity"

he is kind of insane you see

to ignore him and his words by three

he is not well aquanted with society

so one two three

say it with me

hes really abit insane you see

in this world thats a game impossible for you and me!

status screens 

"the fuck is that?"

monsters 

"what the shat"

death 

he was steped on like a mat

"how did i live?"

running away from that

welcome to estrea

the land of games

im the poet

who called this boy names

im the jester all the same