True Evil: a poem about lag
Haunting us, taunting us
playing with my life
finding us wherever I strife
Daemons of the past, their patience last
waiting for the moment they seek
when I am vulnerable and weak
They kill they haunt
Spite hatred they taunt
Haunting us, taunting us
They heartlessly part
me from those in my heart
No creature can them kill,
as they slay at will
Almighty and powerful they be
Wherever you are, they can see
They kill they haunt
Spite spells they taunt
Haunting us, taunting us
They get killed every day
Beat up and mauled they stay
All day they beatings get,
by cursings and magic met
But their return never tend
To see what looks like an end
They kill they haunt
Spite curses they taunt
Haunting us, taunting us
They don't care who you are
it might me you they next scar
never do they need prep to fight,
for LAG kills at sight
Lag is God, you do not tease
Lag is God , who boots with ease
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