Fof Syndrom Poem by Leylek D. Sovura
Fof Syndrom
Like metall you fold it,
like air you breathe it,
every second your eyes are moving,
to collect information and improving.
Inhale, exhale, look right, look left,
Don't even blink.
Or in a second, there will be death.
Your body moves on its own, reacting faster,
then you could ever do by will,
every repetition you did for this to master,
was for one second, for the enemy, to kill.
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