Would you believe me if I were to say
That everything is nothing but a game?

We revel in predictability
That universals form a tapestry
A blanket of familiarity
To shield us from erosive sands of time
Whose grains of void spring forth fertility
And death from tongues of fire so sublime
With nothing granted down from the divine

Axiomatic embers turn to flames
Anonymous in forms and with no names
We wonder at the light and play their games
Consuming everything, nothing remains

In vain, we grasp at truth as if it were
Eternal yet, in truth, ineffable
And trace the proofs that axioms have seared
Into our minds before they disappeared

Let the pieces fall as they are wont to do
Led by the rules that fates themselves install
As sparks unfold a universe anew
We're graced to play the greatest game of all