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The Game
Some quit in the middle some play it all the way through.
Some glide though it carelessly,
others let it consume everything they do.
The only rules that you'll find,
are the ones written by your own mind.
Sinners sinning, prayers praying.
Killers killing, slayers slaying.
This is that and that is this,
Oh my, my a what a big list.
All we see is perception after perception,
which one holds the true connection.
Does the answers lie in the mirrors,
or are they bound within our fears?
Is love and happiness the best path?
or should we live a life filled with wrath?
Wrath from God wrath from man,
is this really the best plan.
How low must I bow before I kneel?
To show my love and close the deal.
I believe I'll stand fast on my two feet,
and look eye to eye with those I meet.
Then if its not meant to be this way,
a whole new game I'll start to play.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
(Stantasyland)

 







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