a few years later

  no longer young

  yet still small

  his hand stung

  his pride wound up and strung

  what chaos to the land would he bring and brung

  "its been 5 years"

  "way too long"

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  "what is this world and how did i get here and how did i get along"

  he wondered to himself who was not really strong

  how did he live in this world with these morons !

  "is life a game?"

  "is life for fame"

  "what is it man this world is lame!"

  "no video games"

  "what do i have to blame? but my own stupidity"

  he is kind of insane you see

  to ignore him and his words by three

  he is not well aquanted with society

  so one two three

  say it with me

  hes really abit insane you see

  in this world thats a game impossible for you and me!

  status screens

  "the fuck is that?"

  monsters

  "what the shat"

  death

  he was steped on like a mat

  "how did i live?"

  running away from that

  welcome to estrea

  the land of games

  im the poet

  who called this boy names

  im the jester all the same