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Apologies from God

You wanted to be the king of the land
And all I've made you is a pawn in my hand
The devil and I play a game of gore
And here is how we keep score
Taking turns, we play with your mind
And whom you obey, gets one point
You build me a temple and I'm in the lead
You crush it to dust and I recede
You build me a mosque, but all in vain
'Cause then the devil strikes again
You make, you break and make and break
And truly believe it's all for my sake
You snap and swear and cry in pain
Until it's too much for you to take
Perplexed, you look for guys to blame
And kill your brother in my name
It's not about the points any more
This, for me is a matter of shame.
I walk through your mind, trying to make a mark
But sometimes the door's shut and the room, pitch dark
The devil smiles at me from the inside
I humbly move on and let him reside.
You think you're smart and voice your views
You think you get to decide and choose
While it's just a game I play with the devil
And whoever may win, YOU LOSE.
Sorry dude... No hard feelings