The Game of Cards - Life as a metaphysical reflection

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God assigned roles—

And the roles met with accidents.

Magic was used for destruction,

Fairies fled to higher realms,

Saints tried—but escape did not arrive.

Spirits survived beyond the death of bodies.

Soldiers became sages, while sages took rebirth

To rekindle the ashes of forgotten sacrifice.

Truth was different for each,

For every soul carried its own glow of light.

Soldiers killed, yet nobody truly died—

Thought survived and again strived

To win a game of harmony through illusions of might.

Repented the soul after death,

And confusion deepened in the living mind.

Meanwhile, the desire to escape

From misery and mystery

Dug dark tunnels that strangely lit up.

Curtains lifted—revealing false heavens;

Castles rose, built by countless frauds.

The public, in awe, believed the evidence.

Fake “real life” shows hid guns behind smiles

Puppets in misery cried in silence,

Living in castles burning with rage.

The same cards were dealt life after life—

People played, and happiness was sacrificed.

Happiness was never won, and the game never ended.

Though spirits screamed victory, no peace survived.

And the self asked, trembling—

“Where is God?

Is this life?

Is this why I arrived?”

Youth passed searching for clarity;

Middle age spent surviving debts of family.

And in old age, the cards asked softly:

“What did you attain?

Do you have peace?

Shall we leave the game now?”

“No!” cried the old man and woman.

“What have I done?

I must relive—

To find the destiny I once planned with God,

Without fraud, without doubt,

Without the fake castles of sacrifice!”

The peace of one shall raise peace in all.

The glory of one shall awaken the glory of all.

And thousands of years passed…

Till the Age of Truth blew up the cards.

Peace was found in emotions, not in castles.

No longer did one need to fake,

Nor be answerable to all.

Life had shifted—

To finding one’s own truth,

And choosing one’s destiny

By one’s own divine call.

I do not use a signature—

For I speak for thousands of lives

Whose glowing spirits still brighten the skies.

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