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Life is an immortal Game


Life Life burning Bright like a Flame

In the world of Gods Little Game

His imminent hand

Leading you to your Eternal Fate

From which no one Man can Escape

 

In what depth of misery shall

Burn the thought of eternal suffering?

On what wings dare man aspire

Icarus unknowing with his own hands he’d expire

He flew to Close to the sun and he burnt in the flame

That all is part of God's little game

 

With what Religion, & what Faith

Could we Escape this dreaded Fate?

And when thy Heart began to Beat

I began to Ponder Why Death is so Concrete

 

The Light of one’s Life is Covered in Pain and Strife

Upon what stage is Life’s End

Upon this thought, what did God Gain

From Reveling in Humanities Pain

 

Life Life burning bright like a flame

In the world of gods little game

His immortal hand

Leading you to your eternal fate

From which no one man can escape

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