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About This Poem
The Gods
The gods are playing with our lives,
The earth their private theater.
Fate is their game, a flickering flame -
On the edge of their whims, we teeter.
The gods are betting on our wars,
The earth their private chess board.
A flickering flame, fate is their game.
They get off on sorrow and gore.
The gods are listening to our woes,
The earth their private confession.
Fate is their game, a flickering flame
That smokes us into transgression.
The gods are jealous of our world,
The earth their private daydream.
A flickering flame, fate is their game -
Each human a toy figurine.
*Form: Zanila
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