Game Of God Sometimes I lock the door of my thoughts. So that I can dance along with the feelings which it leads me to a big dark corner That has countless stars And falling stars for me to make a wish when I feel low. They dare not to speak nor whisperer. With all the blood I'm crying out for a peace world. All they want to do is ignore for their own good. Until I create another key to open the door through reality. Slowly falling the footsteps of the rules you've created for #life. Eventually they will give me suggestions which they think it'll lead me to the definition of perfect in their eyes. You've created the game It seems so sweet But it's pure cruel You've used mars,pluto,saturn as your board game. And now it's our turn. Somewhere in the room of the 3rd dimension you have a huge clock. Hanging on the wall. It has 2 arrow shaped things. Which it goes 10000000,000000 years around. When it's time, and you've lost the game. You will be throwing rocks to the world. Just like a baby playing with toys. What if god was just a kid, Who has only interest in playing board games? And he left home, went playing games in middle of no-where? What if he doesn't believe any one of his own species? And made us to believe him in an reasonable way? What if... He wants us to wear his strings and fall down upon earth. Walking in circles. Playfully pulling all the strings of us human, just to break through time. Procrastinating by playing with the destiny we all cherish through generations. Made us to wear eyes, which only can see the appearance of a human, that has easily made us to skip the soul of each other. But you have a millions perhaps trillions of eyes, that can see through dates of our death days. When the wind is back on track. It means that he's separating the death ones to hell or heaven. When the rain is falling to the part of daylight. It means that you've rescued someone out of the demons claw. When it's storming. It means that you are having a big argue with the security of darkness. And what we see is just a lighting of your anger Just to cover up the truth which some of us deserve to know. Is he ever tired of playing games? Over and over again, In the same circumstances and reactions? Is it really that interesting to see us letting out anger in front of his eyes? Will he watch us again after the game is finished? Are there any unexplainable situations we should know but don't know yet? Is there an exact time to let god open his own heart and exhale all the specifically natural meanings of the #life we are living in?
