poem to Z8

Your walls, made of paper,
your guns, made of gold,
the errors in this game,
man they getting old,
ive played every map,
from mexico to china town,
but the map that errors the most
is the one that puts me down,
i try to do the mission
it says hack tool detected
i try to shoot a lagger
but my bullets get deflected,
i jump in the water
and i go through the floor
i try to run from zombies,
i get stuck in the door,
Z8, wont you please,
listen to me, on my knees,
i tried to send support tickets,
but they are still three days old,
open, open, open, my deck i am about to fold
for i am tired, weak, and sad,
not angry, vicious, or mad,
i try to run from a ghost,
i go through the wall,
i shoot them with the most,
but they will never fall,
with pings of 200-3000,
you kick me for having less,
but the true reason of the kick,
is because i do my best,
you noobs just cant accept,
the bullet in your skull,
you cry when you die,
and make yourself a tool,
kicking me because i am good,
and you really are just that bad,
i regret being sent to lobby
and i seriously am so sad,
that we will never have
the crossfire we once had.
~ North American Players
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