Every run, every mile
Every second counts and I'll be there for a while
Swinging a knife left to right
Dust scrambles everywhere every touch, every slice.
It was another one of those runs
Killing every monster that stands in my way will be done
What will be the result?
Oh, yeah, selling my soul to get none of my loot
But what's the point of doing this anyway?
I was just controlled, toyed, and played
A demon child burning my soul with hatred
How long will I suffer to this uncontrollable mindset?
I regret everything I made
Now I have to seat back and watch this game of charades
I am sorry for what I have done and following the rules they made
I am sorry... for killing everyone in this underground that I dusted away.
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Poetry
FanfictionPoetry galore! This book will be filled to the brim as I embark my adventure as a poet! My poems are mostly about Undertale, a game that I loved and played. I don't know much about it, since I never did played the genocide and neutral runs. So I may...
