Chess the rest
Life is like a chess board
and everyone is pawn
So don't let them use there words like swords
to be drawn
Don't take the pain
Or be pushed to the wall
where weak get slain
to where the bodies make the pit fall
Just make it across the board
to the life
where you become a lord
without strife.
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