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The Game Rules
Life is just a game to some, believing they decide who wins.
Judged by rules they create a hell for there own sin.
Still they play by there rules all tailored to better fit.
Dismissing the law made by the one whom in judgment sits.
Vainly they strive at the same time for a heavenly peace.
A fragile world is made in hopes the other will simply cease.
Foolishly they play a hand against he who holds the cards.
Conjuring up an awaiting fortune with not a single guard.
We come to the table with nothing and that is what we bet
If what you want is all you want then that is all you’ll get.
On and on the game is played to win some imagined wealth.
I looked to the dealer, and prayed, to save me from my self.
Ten simple things I failed to follow I went another way.
So deep in debt I had become and unable to repay.
And like so many who plaid this game I was never lost
For we all walk away winners since the dealer paid the cost.
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