O merciless overlords,

You have raised me from the dead, again and again,
Only to watch me die, over and over,

You put forth soulless enemies in my path,
That had for goal, only to reach and destroy me.

You had me looking for more and more riches,
Which only helped me become more and more destructive.

You had me repeat the same task over and over,
But like for Sisyphus, my work amounted to nothing.

Sometimes, you forced me to adapt to new situation,
Changing the laws of physics, or removing my limbs.

Chased by unknown perils, I kept running endlessly forward,
And at the end, to find out that it was, unavoidable.

Rows of impassable walls were raised before me,
Yet, I kept aimlessly running into them.

At the end, what did I get from all of this?
My name on a wall, among those who perished before me.

But despite all that, I keep coming back to you,
Looking for more trials to overcome,
Eager to show the world, that I am worthy

Of your game.