Rising up my sword, I swing at the nearest one, raising a mirror she blocks my hit every time.
Looking into the mirror, I see but myself, I smile as tears fall down my face.
For I am, but another puppeteer.
Just more corrupt, and craving for freedom, I seem him sneer.
God is just behind me, waiting for my next move, as the board pieces on the table shift with my next step.
Raising my sword, ready strike through...
Missing and my game is at an end. For in the end, he is all our puppeteer.
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Game Of Life
FanfictionSee the game of life is playing all of us for fools! Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules... See how he looks down on is like we're acting out a show! Throw the dice! Let's see who's head we roll! See how the Game of Life is neve...
