I saw it burning in front of my own eyes,
I know its that guy upstairs rolling his dice.
My life is a game he likes to play,
All the good things seems close but he delays,
Feeling happy is what i miss,
You may think i am writing this to diss,
When i am shown new ways,
Dont know what conspiracy he lays,
It seems to be a testament of my patience,
I dont know when will it break my tolerance,
Feeling happy is what i miss,
You may think i am writing this to diss,
Maybe it is or maybe a way to express,
I hope it doesnt make you depress.
From one god to another i say,
May my happiness stay.
Or else war awaits your way.
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