Ensuing Terror of a Competitive Eternity

While your drying,

And swinging from

The most highest tier

I'm hence being

Mothballed

By what yours holds

Dear...

...There's a current of

Mishap

As the tall seasons shift...

...Perhaps you will

Witness

On your nearest

Deathtrip?...

Like leaves we keep

Falling!...

...We're dying to

Strive...

I hear voices calling...

...There are few that

Survive...

...And how long

Does one linger

After a whale

Of a game,

When we've come out

The victor...

...Our opponent

Defamed...

...Crimson red

At the mouth

After we've

Called their bluff?...

...When do we

Hari-kari?...

...And all feathers

Get plucked...

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Bunny Villaire