In the terrains of infinite space and time br There sits a god playing a strange game br He holds a hand down to the valleys of the earth br A few try to touch it in all ecstasy br But he withdraws his hand! br br Peace upon you all br The sermon is repeated br And the throng withers out. br But a weeping lady stays back for a while br The silence of the pulpit surrounds her. br br The paradox of games sprouts. br br Because of a hope spun long before br Children continue to look at the rainbow br That has cut its presence through the sky dark otherwise. br The god now begins to win over himself br In the game of a choice out of none! br br With some golden dust sprayed around themselves br The sinners now sing a hymn aloud br They fly over the water laughing at the walking episode br Time moves from the plate of the dreary portals br br The paradox of games blooms br br The flames will soon eat up the rest br And the blue divinity will soon transform into a super cluster br Of demons and spirits haunting the past. br The tale of resurrection will still be told br And a crowd will open its new ears for listening. br br The paradox of a human concern is burnt alive!br br M.