I
Frowning, crowned with silver lining.
When the bucket is empty, and you are still asking.
A baby on the street, dropped the lollipop.
Then you almost mock, all of the pattern you have had locked.
II
The power of brain, got drained.
The rice in the cooker, spoiled.
Like death, a thief at night.
All you going to ask, is this right?
III
Einstein’s head is on.
Focused, so focused, come on.
Shocked with the static from a cold metal jumping to your hand.
Wink, the funeral band.
IV
What is your problem bro?
Did you not play it well?
What in the world you have been doing?
You keep on losing?
V
Silenced!
The grapes is sour.
My mmr is going down.
More of it, and I don’t get it.
VI
The algorithm of estimation.
The rhythm of anticipation.
Accomplishing some calculations.
Random crits, lead to frustrations.
VII
Silence!
Be still and be still.
Card steal, energy break and energy steal.
Normal skills, accepted as stated and no big deal.
VIII
Would it be better.
Begun random crits.
Talents, cards description and combo crits will be better.
Accepted faith if you receive a crit.
IX
This is the voice within.
Shouting and begging.
Looking for the update and be heard.
Make justice to random crits.