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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