He streamed with joy, his spirit bright,
His game on point, his aim just right.
The chat rolled fast, the viewers grew,
A perfect vibe, a dream come true.
But then—a name, a voice so sly,
A bully sneaked in, aiming high.
With words like knives, he poked and sneered,
Trying to crack the atmosphere.
"You're trash!" he wrote, "Uninstall fast!"
Hoping his insults somehow would last.
But the gamer smiled, calm and wise,
With fire steady in his eyes.
He didn’t rage, he didn’t fall,
He stood up strong, towering tall.
"Thanks for the view," he said with grace,
"And here's a smile, right in your face."
The bully paused, then typed no more,
While cheers and laughs began to soar.
For real strength isn’t fists or shout—
It’s staying cool when hate pours out.
The gamer played, the night went long,
Surrounded by a crowd so strong.
For high aura men don’t fight with spite—
They win with kindness, and pure light. ✨🎮🛡️
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