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Chess Piece
I couldnt question the icy cold
the mystic mass, on a boiling road
Pawn to pawn i see your eyes
your every move a mere disguise
i am not here to take your life
but here to show our will to fight
as pieces fall and heads collide
our trusted run, so called allies.
from what is true, a smoking breath
only i stood fast as i lay to rest
only then could i hear her whisper
the calming song that churned and twisted
a life relived, i dubbed serene
The widened eyes, that saw nothing.
the crown of jewels, of which we boast
falls and crumbles to useless dust
for as our soldiers turn to run
the kingdom burns, the game is won
gasoline wont smell as sweet
as when youre one step closer to defeat
match for match, not one is willing
an empty room, karma is winning
empty pens and crumbled paper
that build the realm of a useless fable
honest men breed pure reaction
yet suffer misinterpretation
follow suit, crude ridicule
and earn your status, succumbing fool
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Devin Chehin
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