you play the game and you play it well
knowing all the moves, and all the clues,
knowing everything to do,
a powerful player, oh what should i do?
must of well kill myself now, knowing what you can do
but instead i befriend the player,
what a dumb thing to do, might of well said goodbye to you
cause the player never wins, unless we all lose.
So what the player going to do?
kill what stands infront of him, even if it may be you.
who cares about the friendship, he dont care.
dont care aslong as he wins
beause he rather you be dead, then game over cause then it would be boo hoo.
so he chose it over you, you should of just run and hide then walking right into doom.
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