The Game Called Life by Brooks Spears

At this moment somewhere in the universe there is some unsuspecting being quietly charming its way through existence, believing, however dangerous, that there are no permanent consequences to its actions. It, however, knows too little of the outlandish effects its nonchalant being will have on this unprepared space we call the universe. Or perhaps, the universe is too big to call this creature's home, far too expansive, so we'll call this home earth. And while we're at it it, maybe we ought to give this creature a name as well. We'll call it a human, it sounds like it knows everything, all presumptuous and pompous, doesn't it? Matter of fact, it sounds darn arrogant. So, of course it's fitting for this creature, who, in its free time, makes short work of the planet in which it resides by eating it and building over top of it because it knows. It knows that it won. It knows that it hasn't only won the  ability to say that its above everyone else, but it has also beat nature. It conquered it. It's used medicine, weapons, disease, emotion, and all sorts of things to scheme and maneuver its way through this game called life, along which it has beat a multitude of other players. But in this game called life, life has the ultimate cheat code. It's called death.