The pawn The soldier. The warrior. And the first to die. Used by his king. Killed by his enemies. Remembered by no one. In a kingdom, Where the royals prevail, There is no room For a measly soldier. Rougher than a knight. Weaker than a bishop. Shorter than a rook. And powerless against all. The pawn protects, Everyone but himself.
Heaven rains down. Hell rises up. At dawn, they begin Their search for dusk. We mind. We matter. We run. We scatter. In the war between All the higher powers, All we are is, Collateral damage.