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So I was seriously bored - which usually sees me doing stupid shit. Like trying to paint, or even worse - trying to rhyme. So it was a really serious case of boredom cause I just threw together some words and deemed it "poem". Allthough - with the amount of "art" that's loose on the internet I needn't concen myself I recon.

I'm also curious how that newspost system works =).
Here we go:

Serious Sickness

falling, racing, chasing dreams,
through the darkness, no end it seems
is viable, is possible.

the void - it's black as night,
the inbetween is lit star bright,
hunting, searching, sitting, waiting.

then a flare of light and noise
as demigods play with their toys.
they cheer and cry and celebrate.

dusk dawns, the world will start anew,
with no change, as everyone knew.
they break away and go their ways.

when everything is back in place,
the gods return with fiery gaze,
to their ground, into space.

We are beggars, bankers, hunters, thieves,
but no one ever truely leaves
for everyone is left inside
with a part of EVE - it's serious, allright!

P.S.: Hooray for spacegames.
P.P.S.: If you don't get it you could try playing EVE - or let it be. I don't understand poems from the seventeenth century either and supposedly a lot of them are "works of artisanship with words unparalleled" or so my teacher would've said.
For some reason I keep justifying my self. Fuck that.