Weird-Ness-desu...

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A little little game...
One that doesn't have a name...
I've played it all these years...
Dealed with all the laughter and jeers...
I've almost run out of aces.

Toy with people, toy with toys...
Whatever may give you joy.
That's what been seen by my eyes...
So much distrust I can't cry.
Maybe I'll leave these places.

But I know, no matter where I go...
It will be all empty and cold as snow.
You can say it's a game of life.
Though I wonder why it must be filled with strife.
It'll soon be a place full of bodies in cases.