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Checkmate (21 ratings) by Andrea Cornellion
Life is a game.
Created as a tool for the amusement of the game master,
a perverted, evil, subhuman, superhuman being
obsessed with indulgent pleasure.
His watching eyes following every move,
Thought.
A game with no rules, no purpose.
The only thing at stake is your life,
to be blown away in a sigh of boredom.
Every roll of the dice is a new challenge,
A test of will, strength, judgement, character.
Queens, kings, knaves,
they all begin as pawns.
Children of weak format,
No vast moves,
No direst strikes.
Simply the advantage of the instant.
A slow and gruelling procession towards the finish line.
Those who make it to the other side become stronger,
But not indestructible,
The kind protected by the masses cannot control his own fate,
His life lying in the hands of strangers.
Even the Queen, with her vast a array of power,
Can be destroyed at the instant of distraction,
The fatal mark of a wrong move.
We gamble with our lives.
Cheating is not an option.
It is a rule,
The necessity for survival
Of the fittest, the strongest, the luckiest.
Life is game my friend
A game I do not intend to lose.
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