Toy Store, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

When i am home alone,
doing the choir with silence.
Breaking the bored,
is to think of my childhood.
From did not know how to read a clock,
to playing a rubiks cube.
I realize God is playing it for real.
The Satan he create to trick all to death.
People meant to be brave.
And I was just fighting with my game toys to live.
Sometimes I wonder if its real,
Each game over is another chance live my life.
It is been serenity to tolerate the noise.
For another toy for sale in the Toy store.


Posted: 2017-11-21 07:41:44 UTC

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