There Are Games To Die For Poem by Patti Masterman
There Are Games To Die For
There are games to die for,
Played only in our minds;
A million weapons come our way-
Will we fall or save the day?
We've been training just for this
Throughout our entire lives;
The tension mounts, the time runs out,
Who holds the key- and is it free?
Did we sell our souls to win;
Will any be left to cheer us?
Or will they jeer us, once they know
We sold them out long years ago?
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