Checkmate
Was it the day I saw you smoking in my courtyard
From the window maybe you looked perfectly happy
To be killing yourself.
Was it when I stepped onto your chessboard
With all the arrogance of a Minor God
Apprehended innocent
Jack of Spades red handed
There were no churches in my city
When it became your city too
I watched illusions of grandeur
slipping away between the pews
All the while I said,
I wanted to be your heaven and hell
But do you know,
I would not mind losing to you
I know I failed
When you stomped all over my dead body
I have been falling from those first moments with you
Defeat never felt so sweet when victory is yours
That which is yours is mine
I am yours.
After all
Life’s short and the Game is Long
Your live for the Game
I live only for being yours.
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