King Me At The End
Life is like a dice game
One move and comrades go down in flames
But that's just 16 squares on the checkers board
It's always queen takes rook, but the hand is lord
A white palmed power ruling over the twin towers
Rolling the glaring snake eye to claim G5
Light is the head of he who owns the crown
The dragon of Princess King who helplessly cowers
Dashing plastic pawns are bound to get devoured
Double-jumped, it's rep-less taxation
As if they're in the capital of the nation
Thinned by man's own creation, our own lives lost
Pawns are rolling stones that gather no moss
Caught in the en passant and they're getting tossed
A lucky one shouts, "king me at the end!"
They're playing a game they don't even comprehend