1. Rags or riches, commoner or King
My role is assigned as an underling
Pawns are we in this vast world
We are not to speak out or ever be heard
2. From breath to closure I stand black or white
Regardless of my role it is my duty to fight
I serve the King which is ever so great
I must defend and die, never hesitate
3. Many are we, we outnumber in mass
Yet we can never achieve such a high class
We have no choice into what we are born
Yet my heart, mind and soul are forever torn
4. Who chooses to elect this almighty King?
Is it destiny or a higher power that we are serving?
I can’t help but feel I don the wrong suit
I must tear away from this deeply grown root
5. Pawns are born to die, while Knights attain their honor
Bishops go with God, while Rooks forever prosper
The Queen is crowned as she lathers in her riches
And The King sits proudly, amused by his bitches
6. While you fight have you asked, for what do I die?
If you ignore this then life will surely pass you by
Why am I such an insignificant little pawn?
When I can one day rise to be King, newly born by dawn?
7. We are all pawns in this constant reality
Puppets, controlled by the hands you cannot see
While you may grow accustomed to the strings on your back
I choose to cut my threads of fate and venture an unknown track
8. I now fight not an army but a new force of will
The General called Life, as he advances towards the kill
With sword in hand and a new found desire
I ignore what I am not, as I throw him in the fire
9. Pawn am I no more; I have earned my title, sir
A warrior am I now, battling through the war
I have earned my strength and valor; here I stand a Knight
Now I need new wealth; to the Rooks I head tonight
10. I venture to the lands where nobility is abundant
To travel here without cause is utterly redundant
But I have my key to entrance, my password at the gate
The desire to be gold, for the hour is never too late
11. As they lay asleep, unconscious in this realm
Unaware the knight with reason is about to overwhelm
They lay dormant, dreaming of their stature
They have stolen enough, the piper has come for his capture
12. Knighthood I have won, and nobility I have gained
Two of the three elements, only one remains
My sword is the sharpest and my jewel the largest
To earn self-reflection I must travel the farthest
13. One level remains before I face the ruler
To ascend to his palace I must learn to be crueler
The knowledge and truth known by God’s servants
Can only be stolen through the tongue of a serpent
14. I must change my face and don my mask
For entry into Heaven is truly a hard task
I cover my horns and spread my wings
As I ascend Earth to the realm of no returning
15. Over the skies and past the horizon
Awaits the gatekeeper, as I confront him
He is of much wisdom, knowledge and light
He is truly divine, an outstanding sight
16. I expected no less, for he is the Bishop
The one in which we confine, and whom we worship
He controls the masses simply through fear
Through the laws of God, he deters those who are real
17. He may control the masses through God’s politic
But I am beyond that; I follow my own logic
For now I truly see God is nowhere to be found
God is but our life force; through our will we are bound
18. The Bishop speaks, “ You are unlike all the rest
You have discovered the truth and passed God’s test
You know well enough not to search with your eyes
Through your heart and soul you have earned my prize”
19. Unbelievable thoughts swarm through my mind
I gaze at who I was, who I have become through time
The trinity is within me; I am ready for The King
I have shattered my limits; I await what He will bring
20. May it be an army or He, himself
May it be his peasants or all his wealth
I will destroy whatever he lay in my path
For I hold the mirror and an unnatural wrath
21. The hour strikes; it may be my last
As He arrives, I remember my past
I once fought for Him never asking why
At least I have truly lived, no regrets when I die
22. I rage through his army; not a soul left alive
To confront me is death, a desired suicide
No squire or knight can hold a candle to me
My genocide is untamed, my will unearthly
23. The skies darken and the lands grow cold
As He and I are face to face; what a moment to behold
The essence of the King was beyond fascination
His aura surrounded by death and creation
24. What power to behold; it belittled every creature
Perfection was no illusion, as I beheld it in his features
His skin of gold, His blade of diamond; his very helm of stature
These would be my spoils of battle, a truly awesome capture
25. There were no words to be said, as our chilling eyes both met
I gazed through his soul; a vision I will never forget
I saw myself staring back through the shadow of his eyes
Then I knew we were the same; we were as eternal as the skies
26. The answer had finally been revealed
His true form at last, no longer concealed
Yet to my surprise what specter to behold
As I saw my reflection, my heart then turned cold
27. The very King which I had yearned to dethrone
Was the very desire which was my own
My ego and pride made it so I could not see
The only enemy was the one dwelling within me
28. The mirror was truly a treasure misunderstood
For so long I had fought for as much as I could
Through attaining my titles, strength and wealth
All I truly needed was to look within myself
29. I had discovered the truth of all reality
The only thing real is what you believe to be
For all my life I had been a pawn
Through the mirror that is all that I saw
30. I had chosen to serve instead of to learn
I had walked the wrong path with no return
But now I knew there was always a choice
There is more than one path, but there is only one voice
31. In the end it is only you who can decide
Who it is you are and where it is you reside
Do you choose to be poor or a man of great wealth?
Do you listen to others or do you know thyself?
32. The world is an illusion and your eyes a misguide
Your thoughts are more true for they hold eternal light
I am now alone in my newly found kingdom
I am now set free, at last in Heaven.
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