There is a game beyond games Where the players of players Compete beyond competition To win the prize of prizes. Beyond the eye of eyes, They hide in a veil of veils Thinking beyond thought, Surveying the surveyors With servants serving beyond serving.
Vanity of vanities is this game beyond games; For who can be beyond being with this prize of prizes?
The time beyond times is the inevitable fate of all fates; All will soon meet the final purge of purging And either live beyond dying, Or die beyond living, Regardless of who won winning Or lost beyond losing.
Even the prize of prizes Cannot transcend the order beyond order Created by the creator of creators, For the prize of prizes is but a mirage of mirages Fed by the lie beyond lies to the dopes of dopes Who, in their vainglory of vainglories, Think they can become king of kings, Clinging to their own frame of frames with their might, only finite, Knowing that only just one Word beyond words shall fell them.
This Word beyond words Has already won beyond the game beyond games, Who always is and who was and who’s yet to come Who sees beyond the eye of eyes And through the veil of veils No thought beyond thought is beyond His thinking No surveyor beyond His surveillance, And no servant beyond His serving For He is also the servant of servants
Hear this, O world: The true King of kings and Lord of lords, Is the servant of servants And plays no games.