Forced hand in the game of life.
Now all cards are on the table.
The table collapses
under the tremendous weight.
Only the risk takers
will dare to show their cards.
The consequences of which
can never be reversed.
Not everyone has a winning hand.
Most are not even playing with a full deck.
The crowds cheer them on.
The stakes grow higher and higher.
So many losers.
So few winners.
How long will the game continue?
An endless bluff in the game of life.
But then the forced hand.
And everyone folds into
the misery of the inevitable.
Stripped of life and humanity.
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