This life is a game
A giant chess board
But which piece are you,
are you just a pawn?
a knight? a bishop?
Or perhaps the queen?
Very few can rise to become the king.
This life truly is kill or be killed,
in recent years it's become more of a metaphor,
rather than the physical killing of the weak by the strong,
but is that really progress,
now we're overpopulated by pawns,
and are lacking in knights and rooks.
We need a thinning of this mediocre herd,
the cattle of humanity,
The sheep that know only how to conform,
The fat, the lazy, the ignorant, and intolerant,
The ones who delude themselves that they deserve the kings share,
but work as pawn, live as a pawn,
and should be sacrificed as a pawn
Darwin shall be established
In the new order of creation
As the dawn of a new era arrives
The die has been cast
and I'll play this game
This game of life,
My gaze is the world
My being as a God to the mere mortals
The mere beings who seek meaning in a meaningless world
Hope is the illusion of the wanting
The wanting of those not willing to grasp
Not willing to take
Not willing to become
Dear pawn in life
Rise up and take your sword
Seek and destroy
Claim your reward
But if you die
Left with nothing but a name
That means you were just too weak
To play any part in this game
