god games

That there exists a place for every man on this earth,

Is the worst lie ever told…

That all men may have a chance at happiness,

Is the greatest impossibility of all,

Not all men are born to succeed or be prosperous,

Quit deceiving yourselves!

The gods won’t permit it,

Won’t they play their games?

No, play they must!

Your destinies they must wager on,

And dice upon your fates,

They will roll…

The most miraculous thing the gods could do,

Is in equal measure,

Grant their subjects meaning and purpose,

Some certitude in life,

A chance at lasting joy…

But could they ever care less!

Sit on their high pedestals they do,

Reclining in their celestial hammocks,

Rolling dice upon the fates of men,

Merely to pass the time,

Merely to pass men’s lives…

Draw lots they do,

Upon the blood of mortals,

Wagering on even the breath in our nostrils,

Loud laughs and slaps upon thighs,

Ecstasy fills the heavenly air,

The games are no,

The god games proceed…

Wine flowing like the Euphrates,

Men’s blood along with it,

The choicest dishes aplenty,

The hearts and livers of men among…

And with each rolled die,

Rolls a mortal head upon the earth,

To be served later for dinner

Every game lost for a god,

Is a life lost for a man…

But then – Isn’t this the way of the universe?

To expect the created thing to assume value,

Above any assigned by its god,

Why – blasphemy!

Punishable by death,

Through a rolled die perhaps…

Woe to you, mortal man,

Hold onto what you may,

Live the fleeting moments boldly,

For your die soon, may be rolled…