Kings and Bishops

What are you trying to do to me Father?
Every move goes against me it seems
It's a hard game to play
I move to a New place to Lose something
In the End
So close to Winning
Yet I get knocked down by one of your Demons
If Forgotten:
My Soul is the broken piece in the bottom of the box
To be chewed on and spit out again
Still I play Your game because it's the right thing to do
Why make Connections when none are meant to stay?
Why play His game if all He wants is to see you fail?

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