SIM

Dear readers: Side note here, expect part 4 of ‘the snow god’ tomorrow : D Thank you for your patience! Also, this poem is a little different than my usual works, hope you enjoy it anyways ; )

 

SIM

 

Simulated breath

Into my simulated core

Rising into simulated infinity

A simulated more

 

Come

Bow

Pray

 

To the simulated god

With a crooked middle finger

And a poison smile

Eat from his tree

 

Click

Die

Click

 

A piece of you stirs

The cold metal barrel of time

Pressing your ribs

So that you cannot sleep

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