You wake up. Hounds of hell get unleashed, herding

you to Death.

Tik tok, anon…you feel the urge.

You make a move.

But it’s not good enough. It never is.

Always someone better, faster, and or richer, and or more handsome. The Bastards. How dare they! rofl

Why try …

You try Again. Make another move. This time you’re Better…

They think, What a Bastard!

The Maw of Anguish is, There’s always someone better, or

worse.

Why try

Who knows

Just make a move.

Just make sure it’s your move. And you ride it all out

Till the Gates of Hell. Or if it was profound and Bright

Perhaps, Gates of Heaven.