He's the only one playing The Game.
He's got the whole world in His hands like a basketball,
and He's the only one who can see the basket.
Lucky for us, we can't lose until we know.
I lust for the curse of inescapable truths.
Ignorance is bliss and pathetic, but
we are pigs in mud.
I want to play The Game, but I won't get out.
I want to know good and evil, but I won't get back in,
and it only takes
one loser to make us all winners.
A contest entry
- prewrite contest - round 1 by serenity silvermoon.
929 points, ended October 12, 461 entries
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