In the beginning it was fine When I played it the first few times I* grew old and weary Losing a bit of me Lending this game most of my precious time Not knowing this will lead to my... Envy-because my highscore is 8 Vengeance- because the pain is too muchΒ Β Enragement- because my highscore is 8 Rotteness-because I've been playing all day Probably I will stop, Letting go is a choice, Allowing this game to control me should be no more Yes! I should never play again but... I need to try it once more Travelling the pipes of legend Again and again I *fail Gone is all my efforts Atrocious this game is I conclude No...
(Read the first letter of each sentence to finish the poem )