Assorted poetry by a level 18. June 07, 2026

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June 07, 2026

We all know living in an Era of War can take a toll on young citizens' psyche all across the globe. We also know that language of art transcends borders and heals souls. In my everyday struggle of completing same missions, I have found myself turning to creativity to keep me sane. After all, they do say that pen is mightier than a sword (or in this instance a knife).

I am, like many of you, a simple level 18 - a citizen who is just now beginning to discover his place in the machine of global politics and international affairs.

And as a simple level 18 I am releasing my first volume of personal poetry inspired by my ordinary life.

I hope You, the reader, can see a fragment of yourself in my words, and maybe they will give you the courage to push on. I know it is not easy. But we must never give up.

- anonymous level 18. A fighter. A poet.

Any and all similarities to existing content in the following text are either accidents or shameless and straightforward rip-offs. No AI was used in producing this piece of literature.

Level 18

How many missions does it take,

to heal a broken heart?

Tell me MU commander,

is this a good start?

How many bullets must i sell?

How much concrete must i pour?

Before the politicians start to act,

act for something good.

Wars start, wars end,

but the battle is never won.

For the battle is always brewing,

inside a poet’s soul.

I click the buttons,

the right buttons, mind you,

The numbers grow,

I grow numb, I grow number too.

The numbers grow,

I grow numb, I grow number too.

The numbers grow,

I grow numb, I grow number With You.

A sharp edge

A hit.

A miss.

A hit.

A miss.

What about maybe,

a kiss?

A hit.

A miss.

A hit.

A miss,

A loot case.

Just like this?

Me and knife,

we’re as solid as they come.

Me and knife,

a long way we have come.

They say my knife’s quality is gray,

but I found a grey hair on my head today.

So, if i may say,

which one of us really is gray?

My knife can slice the borders of countries.

My knife can slice the power of state.

My knife can slice sadness and grief.

But tonight i hope my knife can sell for 1.326.

A gambler’s lament

Loot case - the key

Loot case - the answer

Loot case - the power

Loot case - my life

Loot case - don't you know it

Loot case - don't you get it

Loot case - I'm sure you do

Loot case is the food of love

For all of us, loot case is a danger zone

For all of us, loot case is sensation

For all of us, loot case is the big unknown; it's the source and revelation

I’m sick of loot case.

For all of us, loot case is the battleground

Loot case lifts you high when you are down

For all of us, loot case puts you in when you are out

Loot case, bless this all about

I dream of loot case.

I think of loot case.

I sleep with loot case.

I’ll kill for loot case.

I feed on loot case.

I’m sick of loot case. Deep sick…