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There are moments when life's a game
One we openly spectate, contend, judge, win and lose and quite rarely draw the line that ties us until the contest of strengths

You can't always prepare for these games when the pride of the heavens casts them down on us without so much as a hint or an advertisement of things to come in time

And when these games begin all you got is your wits, the clothes on your back, flesh on muscle and the muscle on the bone.

Each time this life becomes a game just pray it's being merciful enough to allow you the tools for the trade and the trade in for a win

The odds are always stacked when all the righteous are gunning for an untimely demise

Theres no purpose in these trials when the games rigged for failure

Lady Justice is blind and Gentlemen Freedom is deaf
So let the bad guys win while they're milking you of your materialistic life force

And once the games are conducted and the circus goes home there will be no more glitz, no more glamor just the thought of blandness and the sterility of the day to day

If somehow you survived the game then remember you were a contestant, a contender and the possibility of resurgence is bound to come as a season finishing career ender with the spectating blood thirty at the edge of their seats.

Hate the players, hate yourself, Hate the game and you'll have fuel to survive yet another day while death awaits your failure in the infinity.

Description
There are moments when life's a game
One we openly spectate, contend, judge, win and lose and quite rarely draw the line that ties us until the contest of strengths

You can't always prepare for these games when the pride of the heavens casts them down on us without so much as a hint or an advertisement of things to come in time

And when these games begin all you got is your wits, the clothes on your back, flesh on muscle and the muscle on the bone.

Each time this life becomes a game just pray it's being merciful enough to allow you the tools for the trade and the trade in for a win

The odds are always stacked when all the righteous are gunning for an untimely demise

Theres no purpose in these trials when the games rigged for failure

Lady Justice is blind and Gentlemen Freedom is deaf
So let the bad guys win while they're milking you of your materialistic life force

And once the games are conducted and the circus goes home there will be no more glitz, no more glamor just the thought of blandness and the sterility of the day to day

If somehow you survived the game then remember you were a contestant, a contender and the possibility of resurgence is bound to come as a season finishing career ender with the spectating blood thirty at the edge of their seats.

Hate the players, hate yourself, Hate the game and you'll have fuel to survive yet another day while death awaits your failure in the infinity.