We're all just pawns
Subject to falling;
We're unaware, but doomed to die
Upon our souls the dark is calling,
To cease existence of our kind.
Now with the sun that sets each night
We charge into the blackness.
But the Sun sets not West, but North,
Where, driven weary by the cold,
He sees his light dim, goes to rest,
Trusting to us the one last test.
And we, like Him, are setting now.
With nothing that would break our fall,
Our lights will dim once and for all
And in the dark we will grow cold,
Way colder than the stones of old,
And stripped of mind and souls we'll wander
Into its depths forever.
But from adark there shines one light
For the once lost ways are now found
The pages, hidden, were revealed
And our minds and souls unsealed
So we would cease from being pawns
Into the hands of others.
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