I played a game - I made the world,
And all this from a ticket sold;
Was old and useless, thus I thought -
I sell white pages you have bought.
I make the cards, I'm laughing too,
A fact - I've nothing else to do,
I make a joke, I make a spin -
The virtue now is again sin.
I rule the world, I am the master,
From beauty I could take disaster,
I throw a dice, your life -you stay
In hell from the Milky Way.
I see your thoughts, all I can buy
With just a simple view of sky;
Lots of questions, answers - none,
Death is useless, life in van...
Now you can go and take your run!
You are not even on your ground…
I make a gesture and life is end,
With its moments I meant to lend.
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