Poem: Game

Game
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I wake up once again
  What a dream I've just had!
I can barely remember
But man!
  It was great.

Brush my teeth
Make some breakfast
Into the real life
  I go
Do my work
  And get home
To another world
  I want

I woke up once again
  What a dream I had had
I could barely remember
But man!
  It felt great.

Brushed my teeth
Made some breakfast
Into the real life
  I went
Done my work
  And got home
To another world
  I came

I woke up once again
  What's the dream I'd just had?
I could barely remember
Yet, haven't I seen all that?

On and on
  Life continues some more
But eventually all
  Comes to a grinding halt
        Just like this poem
            It transforms

There was a god who liked to play games.
He's omnipotent and was quite amused at himself believing that he cannot exist.
But then again, who can blame it? After all, he made puppets obey certain rules, like rhyme or timing.
And they called it a "poem". Yet here he is, not obeying his own rules.
"Can't believe just how I'm bored", said the god.
"This vessel sucks, too repetetive and shallow"
"Let's spice it a bit"

The god takes his omnipotency in hands and swaps it with something.
"Ah, this will do"
And he goes to a meeting.

New human
  Is born
    Yet again
Hello to you all!
  Adolf Hitler my name
And I'm here
  In this world
    Just playing a game
  In 56 years
    With a gunshot
      I quit

There was a bored god who liked to play games.
After returning to the Outside World, he puts the last vessel on the display and summons other gods.
"Read this vessel, it's one of the best I've had in a while"
And they all enjoy it immensively.
"That's truly a masterpiece.", said another bored god.

In the world beyond the boundary everyone's getting bored of their omnipotency.
And to solve this, they gather together and voluntarily give it up to play a roleplay game.
This game is very popular and an immeasurable amount of gods are playing it to pass their time.
But beyond the boundary of this world lies a world on its own.
And in it is a poem:

A metapoem of the Outside World.
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A god takes a pen, and a new world is created.
They define the world's laws and it starts the Big Bang.
They tell many stories; Some are good, some are not.
And they program games: interactive, whatnot.

They play many games throughout their insignificant lifes.
Their reality: boring, and so the gods in it are.
But when they go and immerse in a story so deep
So good this story is, and they can't help it!

Though the Outside World is but a bounded construct.
You, who read this poem
Realize where you are!