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Game of Life

Life, a game won by none

Born with an expiry date

Living to die, what great fun

Conquest of life, death begun

Death, the final card there's no debate


The game of life designed to tease

A tempting cycle, there will be no ease

Birth and death, daybreak and nightfall

A chilling tale of finality, hearts will sieze

No use trying to escape it, death will have all


The bells toll, the sound signals a change

Life flashes past on this downward heading road

The virulent infection of life lives by a code

Leading to a land where the demons strode

A land of desolation where the living can't range


The game of life, where no one will ever win

Here on the edge, reality has grown thin

Born into wealth or a pauper, all die the same

In love or broken hearted, climb into life's bin

Damnation is the only thing life has ever given.

©Josh West

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