Connecting Bridges

Connecting  Bridges

The Blasted Game

Running around in circles,
Looking left looking right,
Trying to find a way out
From the gruesome, horrifying, disgusting game.
I look left, I look right,
I see my friend, he looks so sad.
He dreams a dream and says to me,
I’m sorry for everything.
Then I hear a scream like a firework.
It comes down with a boom!
I look left, I look right,
I see my friend on the ground,
Starring into no where.
He doesn’t say anything,
Not even a word.
I say I’m sorry for this blasted game!

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