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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Pawn

To my flanks are those like me,
first to fight and first blood shed.
Uniformed we stand together.
Behind me skills I can’t imagine,
moves and slides beyond my grasp.

Bound we trod, our pattern set,
my brothers follow, strength in numbers.
Death to those who rush ahead.
“Stay by me!” I shout in protest,
the hand controls the fate of all.

I see the danger, cry aloud,
god has stopped his ears this time.
I can’t fall back, the turn is done.
Omniscience sees a bigger plan,
he justifies the end and means.

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