The Killing Game
Killings, please stop, w e don't want this anymore
The Killing Game
They gather in the quiet night,
Silent footsteps, out of sight.
Shadows creeping, hearts like stone,
Each one standing all alone.
A whisper cuts the frozen air,
No mercy lives or lingers there.
Eyes are sharp, and hands are fast,
The killing game will never pass.
The hunter waits, a steady hand,
Blood and dust across the land.
A glance, a blink the moment’s gone,
Another player marches on.
The price is high, the rules are clear,
No space for kindness, hope, or fear.
A winner crowned, a loser falls,
Their names fade on forgotten walls.
Cold steel sings a deadly tune,
Beneath a blood-red, silent moon.
No cheers, no shouts, no prize, no fame,
Just ghosts who played the killing game.
when the sun breaks through the sky,
The ground still echoes every cry.
A game of death, so dark, so vain
And yet, they play it once again.
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