The Ultimate Chess Game

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There is an ultimate game of chess being played, but the peace's are not black and white they are all color only the souls are black and white there is no gray Good or Evil. G vs. E is this game, and the Devil is the evil, God is the good. We here on earth are the peace's. We are all just pons in this large-scale battle filed of chess. From everything I've seen in this world. God is losing this game. He's been losing sense the 1950s. Ever sense then this world has only gotten weaker and every one in it weaker with it. The devil has made all his moves in the past 50 years and done everything he could to take as many as he could. With disease, famine, and war, now the problems are only getting worse. Soon we will be killing our self's. Just to save our self's from the pain of living on this God forsaken earth. When this happens God will truly have lost, and we will all burn in the fires of hell for an eternity. Then this world will end. The game will be over. Question is, is will the game start over? Will God deiced to rebuild his army of good to battle the forces of evil? No one will ever know. But this is for sure. As things stand now. We are all as good as dead, and I have a feeling I know where we are all going in the end.


By: Sun Dragon
© 2002. all rights reserved Sun Dragon Art.

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