My mom found this somewhat poem I wrote back in high school and gave it to me today. I used to write a lot back then and I've saved all my stuff but I completely forgot about this one. I don't know, its okay, amusing at least. :)
The Game
Is life just a game
and everyone just a pawn
or is it all just a joke.
Are we all running a race,
tricking and cheating to win first place
outdoing the other, taking pure pleasure
in the faults of another?
Is this really life
Is this the game we've created
and would He be proud,
to look down upon us...
To see the filth that clings
and ugliness that reeks.
Would He be ashamed to see--
us as we are, a disgrace
that longs to be saved by grace.
Would He be proud if He --
Could see us as we are
In this race, running to win first place.
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