We are just pawns

Black and white, side by side.

Soldiers, tall and proud, ready to charge.

Kings ready to conquer,

pawns waiting to be ruled.

A game of chess about to begin.

But this is Your game, not mine.

Your rules.

I am here not by choice, but by force.

It is all a game.

A game of life, a game of death.

But a game nontheless.

With a flict of the rist, the race is on.

Who will win, and who will lose.

Who will rejoice, and who will suffer.

This is not in my control, but Yours.

My life is in Your hands, for You to do with as You please.

I only hope You choose wisely,and that I come out of this game alive.

But that is impossible,for death must come at the end of the day.