If life is a game....

If life is a game.

What are the rules?

Are there any rules?

What if man were beast and beast were man.

Would the rules of our game change?

Would we even play the same game?

And now I ask you this,

Why do we judge others game when you yourself play a different one entirely?

 

Why criticize them over small things and beat them when they are down?

Is it the rules of your game?  No?

Then why do it?

Does it make you feel big and strong?

Well it should not.

Take a look at your game, at your past moves and tell me this,

Did you ever say sorry?

And mean it?

Or were your words hollow and cold like your soul.

If this is your game, then it is not worth playing.

 

The End

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