Levels Crumbling Poem by Jerry Lawrence

Hurting, But Living. The Right Spirit Keeps Me Moving. The Ending Of So Many Levels.
Doubles, C Me With A F.E.A.R. Of Eye Nigh Scary Enough.
Rough 4ms, Started This Holocaust B4 They Disappeared As They Came.
Flame Guard, That Burns & Universal Bits, That Tear 2 Shreds. Reflex & N-Stinct Keep Me From Eachs More Serious Settlements.
Sentiments Of All Others Stranded Here Apanic.
Historic. All This Is That Historic. I'll Only B Here Long Enough 2 C It 2 A End.
Blend Of Ol' & Nu Disasters Keep This Disastrous Most Malevolent.
Bent, I'm Bent. I Refuse 2, Again, Think Of A Family Member @ Last Comment.
Apparent Evils, Again Stumbling With The Levels Crumbling.