Life..


Life is like a game, where everyone wants to win;
be the means fair or full of sin.
Children are born small and innocent,
some remain that way, while most become malevolent.

As grows the age, so does greed;
as well as the hunger to succeed.
Growing desperation leads to means unfair;
leading to the expansion of the devil's lair.

Everyone wants fame, without doin' a thin';
Everyone wants to be rich, pockets fat, with money in.
Fate's fair to some, to others like a pointed pin;
some unlucky (fair) people pricked, while cheaters grin.

Some get the ladder, some get bitten by the snake;
believing everything's pre-written by the sisters of fate.
Soon they become old, having hoarded gold;
keeping for their children, who kick them out of their own hold...

Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return;
Having come from the womb of a mother, going back to the womb of another.

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