Monday, May 30, 2016

Solid Snake Poem

Outer Heaven
Inner turmoil.
A hidden boss
Leading the soldiers dream.

The sliest of foxes
Leading a liquid rebellion
Can't stop these brown boxes
Hiding a stolen stallion.

A poisonous snake,
No matter the state.
A savior, a villain
Boss of his own game.

Through revolving control
The right hand man
Controls your genetic soul
The way only a patriot can.

A tech advanced future
Built on a child's horrid pain
Avenging his teachers
Ninja suit lives again.

Going back to go forward
An old snake sheds
To be rid of the phantom pain
Rearrange your addled brain.

Virtual simulation 
Or the real world again
Hard to tell with Kojima
Hope this time I'm awake.

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