The Same Game, Poem by maxpoet beauty

The Same Game,



the same game,
That man on the game,
On this tight life,
Many are not playing fair,
The same game,

Still I cannot believe,
It's all in me,
Before we die,
Make History and make known,
That it is all the same game,
In all my solitude,
That man is a lier,
The other is so crue to take mine,
Imagine that they wanted to take all that we had.

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