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A Pawn of War

A Pawn of war, to bring the conflicts score.
Dead and wounded dress their sores, and 
rapid fire kills once more.
A battle board that brings the hoard to freshly
sorrows stored.

When Knight protects the King, and roars of battle
shoutout its sting, a cruel and heinous thing.
The broken flesh that outpouring onslaught brings.
No game has beaten bleeding Pawns, that breach
the crimson dawn.

Death strikes the young and grieving old, and 
marks history which lost a greater hold.
No broken threat will pass until the arms defeat
the harm.
When Pawns laid to rest, the soul will endure it's 
darkest test.

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A Pawn of War