Game's Over - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
“Remember those in prison” is what I heard God say.
“As if you yourself were there, in lost reality, this day.'
This world's grovelling, impartial, their sins have a sway.
Here I stand before you, my Judge; what more can-I relay...
Life is a rat-race; its schedule keeping me from intimacy.
I know I should've gone deeper- 'into my closet’s reality.'
No I wasn’t always a-fence-sitter; I had goals to obtain-!
Compromise is a part of life 'how else, Lord, ' could I gain?
The poor has always been; am I my brother’s keeper, Lord?
I hated being rejected, guess I was indifferent, not adored.
King David’s sin 'at the top' caused innocent ones to fear.
Why am I held guilty for rulers actions that brought me here?
I’m a pawn, a puppet; knowing that, at least, filters down.
You know the world feeds on Death, when victory’s not around.
Truth, implied, with rebellously rejection; what was I to-do?
We survive, with little preference in how, isn’t that true?
We justify, say we love you, being partial to actors 'tame.'
I’ve cast out devils in your name, despite my ostrich game!
So busy with tapes and teaching, I knew not the need’s sigh.
An affinity for the familiar, I pursued man’s vote 'to rely.'
Unsympathetic gestures aren’t sin; I was busy lending a hand.
Obligingly I did the best; it’s the same all across the land!
Said Christ: 'Your defiant ways of indifference is at an end;
For once you pass Death’s Door, my final judgment begins...
I never knew you; when I was naked and poor, where were you-?
When you did-it not unto the least, you did-it not to Me too.
Love fulfils all my law; its opposite isn’t hate but apathy.
No grovelling shall help, with your withdrawn controversy...'
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