The Anger Management Mismanagement

-Always, I know, you'll be, at my show-

ARGHHH.

Run, wenbin, run.
run back away from this reality.
run away from this accursed place,
where people are out to harm you.
Where knives hide behind smiles,
and poison hide behind medicine.
run far, far away.
run back to the place you were.
Run back to the place where you were once well-known,
to the place where you had full control.
To the place where you could handle stuff from conflicts to love,
where everything could be controlled with just a flick of a button.
Run.

The power surged through the boy,
the anger, the hate,
the fun, the joy.
The control, the power,
the anger, the deep anger.
And he moved, addicted to his old flame,
and he moved, unable to see anything else.
towards the gate,
the gate.
That gate.

And the graveyard of forgotten gamers stirred,
with a wind that rustled the leaves.
And somewhere in the middle of it all,
the soil stirred and moved.
It lifted, and the body came up,
brand new, a bit out of age.
But still brand new.
As handsome as before,
he looks around.
And he walks to the land of noise and town,
the land of games and entertainment.
Look out gamers,
take good care of the one you love.
Look after them well,
and don't let them out of your sight.
Don't,
or their hearts are going to Proace.
Proace.

-Watching, waiting, commiserating-

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