So, here we sit again
In the high council above the heavens
Entangled in yet another chess match
You are black and I am white
A lot like the topic at hand
For I refuse to believe love exist
And you claim it’s all there is
I raise arguments of war, the ninth circle of hell, and pain
Yet, you claim it is all of it, pain, misery, torment, kindness, generosity, and hope
It is all Love
With each word my pieces fall
Check, check, and check
Till I feel my own northern wind
Sending shivers down my spine
Check mate