A game for fame
but whats in a name
Laughter just sinks into my pores
Toxic thoughts into a marvelous world
Red rover red rover let goodness spill over
Zig zags on the carpet from dodging what I am
An incomplete creature with a bullet in my hand
A relection of the chosen one I am just what I am
Give me sway towards what is you
These claws are dull from scratching through
The rotting paint that covered your portrait
Peirce the spot to discontort it
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