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I'm just a game
the ghosts play
I'm an empty shell
they crawl into
and live for another day
I say things
I never meant
I dream things
I can't comprehend
I speak lies
that one day were
one day will be
I'm just a game
for good and evil
cursed with a brain
to think I'm in control
what do I know?
to listen when hushed
but to not go down that road!
It's not entirely my fault
but I don't know
If i was born this way
I hear prayers in my head
from yesteryear
from the future
from myself in the mirror
I'm just a game
the ghosts play
haunted by dreams shattered
and the reality
I'm crazy this way
with no one left to prove it to
so they strategize
for one last chance
of their dream come true
Kings from centuries ago
have told me things
I've sworn never to repeat
Queens long since past
have come to me
to tell me their confessions
of their world
philosophers contemplate
the living layer I am
I just act
because I've lost myself
I'm afraid of myself
I'm just a game for the dead
for the future
presently being played
and the eye spy
in my 3rd eye
says the dead prophet
a game where fates come into play
and every path
an ultimatum
Someone throw me a muse
no choices left but to choose
a different game
with different rules
another death wish
Everybody is a foolish fool
but i know to be humbled when hushed
but not always to take that road
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