God's Game Poem by Harley Morriss

On The Field Of Forgotten dead
Corpses lying full of lead
Living rushing to there decease
Their love and lives soon cease
Why do you run to your fate?
Your chance to live is too late
Yet that makes no sense
Cause I’m using past tense
How do you die when you’re never alive?
How do you give up when you never tried to strive?
Why be unique when the ever ones out come is the same
Why don’t you see that we are god’s game?
He teases and breaks everyone one
Till he has had his fun
Then its all done
But why do you still run?