Game of Kings
From the floor, I hear the cry,
Olympus calling me to sky.
But the summon I've supplied,
No longer subject but ally.
Oh ineffable their weight,
As god and guilt judge my state.
I changed my life a lifetime too late,
Doomed and damned I accept my fate.
This game of kings has wounded me,
And bound me to humility.
The gateway to His grace so free,
My wounded king has ransomed me.
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