Two developers developed a game,
Game was real but the players were insane.
The goal was easy...to reach the paradise portal,
But only at once, because the players were mortal.
Going to paradise portal was tough,
Because the routes of honesty were rough.
Love, honesty, sacrifice were the different levels,
To reach the paradise players had to travel.
The other cunning developer not wanted players to win,
He added shortcuts carved from sin.
Poor players, tired of the game,
Chose the shortcuts to ****** some fame.
The shortcuts were betrayal, lies, and killings,
And players leapt in by their own willing.
They dreamed of heaven, but the truth did tell:
The shortcut’s gate was the doorway to hell.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Two developers developed a game,
Game was real but the players were insane.
The goal was easy...to reach the paradise portal,
But only at once, because the players were mortal.
Going to paradise portal was tough,
Because the routes of honesty were rough.
Love, honesty, sacrifice were the different levels,
To reach the paradise players had to travel.
The other cunning developer not wanted players to win,
He added shortcuts carved from sin.
Poor players, tired of the game,
Chose the shortcuts to ****** some fame.
The shortcuts were betrayal, lies, and killings,
And players leapt in by their own willing.
They dreamed of heaven, but the truth did tell:
The shortcut’s gate was the doorway to hell.
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