internet

[overgrown]

Imagine a congregation of angry teen to mid ages
Tired of being patient waitin for the games appreciation
makin there own nation all prayin for the same thing
using their pen to transcend way of a paper creation
Their plan of attack to scrap up a ladder thats aim-liss
Some say they aint in it for the cash some wouldn’t mind getting paid it
Yet I think if they made it they’d hate being famous
And they’d look back on these days as the ones really sacred
Just a man an his pad happily matching wit on pages
Writing distressed confessions an openly defensive exchanges
Digressions and comments anonymously trading
Un-afraid personal references and unbiased ratings

[Spyder]

hey man u need a link of feed, showing u have given feedback on someone else's verse

or this will be taken down

[overgrown]

aight