Lifes Little GAmble

Who are we but players in a lifeless game?

We are being controlled, tormented, teased.

The life we think we see in front of us is nothing but a dream.

Tortured by the puppeteers are we,it is there entertainment they love to see us squirm.

There will is our command,
Our lifeless body there winnings.

We have no choice, we are forced to play there game and the game doesn't end until our corpses are lying on the forbidden ground in a puddle of blood.