Tip The Chessboard - Poem by Joseph Wilford
is a creation of Satan
A tool with which to eternally divide us
in conflict and controversy
We are at odds
Living and dying
in a constant struggle
with ourselves; each other
The Earth is a chessboard
between Heaven and Hell
Lucifer, arms and legs crossed
sits, smokes and waits
tipping the ashes off his cigarette
It's God's move
but he's at the refridgerator
looking for a cold beer.
It doesn't matter.
Religion is the Devil's checkmate.
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