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The Game...The game
In chaos does my mind keep falling,
Wicked thoughts, through it, keep crawling
And nothing feels the same.
My once bright soul is being darkened,
My spirit whole is being dampened
And thus, I’ll lose this game.
The game was rigged from the beginning;
Who on earth could be caught winning
At the game of life?
My life-gauge, slowly, keeps depleting,
The reaper’s waiting for the killing,
Holding deadly scythe.
None can escape it, we are fated
To struggle until it is sated…
The laughingstock of fate.
There’s but a choice: to laugh along,
Not to await life’s final gong,
Before it is too late.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More