Your move

My life's like the puzzle,

that hangs around my neck

trying soo hard to put it together

but a fight with no regret

Life's like a deck of cards so

i'm going to play what i have

Your move...

I wait, while looking at my life

in my hand

you choose a card, and give a command

it struck my heart,

and hurt my soul,

but the show must go on

My move i pick up a part of my life

i place it on the field, and show it to you

you gasp in shock as you noticed

what i was hiding...

I struck your heart,

and hurt your soul.

Your move

you backstab me with a thief

it struck my heart,

and hurt my soul

that's a wound i'll feel

even when i grow old.

My move completly outnumbered

I wont give up...

made a sacrifice

that'll benifit me in the future

placed a trap of deception..

Your move...you try to attack my feelins

but a barrior stopped that one.

its time to dual for real, this is getting more fun

but...Why?

Why?...If one of us must die...

Why?.Is winning that important to you?

that you'd take my life?...

Why?..

Can you answer that?..

I was going to let you win...

winners never lose,

but sinners always sin.

-Omar Davis