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The chess board set
Each piece in place The players sit Face to face A duel of death This match of Gods With worthy stakes And even odds A Rook is taken and for this piece A far distant Galaxy is gone Universe by Universe will follow Before this game is won The tension is high for The prize is great The ultimate prize For checkmate The right to direct Creation At the next big bang The end game approaches And victory hangs For one long second Until the move is seen To bring mate The canvass swept clean Utter stillness And quickly then Creation inexorably starts Once again The chess set boxed The board packed away Until needed for the next Armageddon Day ;' Vote for this poem
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