What Are Future Games?

Make me wild- 
weirdly ethereal. An abstract 
pain will unite us- 
after the scarring. 

It was difficult the body 
count, lamenting 
for the limbless faith. What 
would you do with the 
tinned sardines now? 

The wasting must stop. 
We are not able to catch the- 
spring. Cold war was settling 
in space. Where were new worlds beyond the stars? 

I am still trying to-
write only three words verse. 
Man was shrinking 
and so was tall god. The 
mooned eyes were closing.