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Amidst a new world of electronic delusion
Something is building to the brink of explosion.
A game isn't simply escape to seclusion,
Instead it's a burning and blistering fusion
Of love and of hate and endless competition
Emotions implode in shamless repetition.
One tiny mistake is all it will take
To turn a teddy bear into a slithering snake
Out for revenge, to blame, now irate
Like water spilling furiously out a flood gate.
Face is on fire, no longer can click
Hands are too shaky, mouse feeling slick.
Soon it will pass as the game must go on
LOL you troll, do you think you have won?