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Children of the Game

One thousand years ago We fought a war only men would fight We played the weakest piece on the board Why does King deserve to be King? Why do we fight his war for greed? Just a shepard's boy I am, I crossed the Alps, I went afar Playing the King's game Down man's dark seductive path Why has it become a dream to be free? Today we are just children of the game Pawned by the very men sworn to protect us We are just soldiers of the game One Thousand years ago Man's greatest sin became his own kind He betrayed the innocent Enslaved the young making them his pawns We marched over a thousand deserts Woken up from this dream Hell became our reality We became the bearer of our master's rods Man's greatest sin has become his downfall While some children learn to read Other's become clay fit to their master's desire Bent to their very seductive desire We fight your wars and feed your woman We are just the children of your lesser God We are just pawns of the game So why has it become the deadliest sin to pawn us?
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Jan 23, 2011
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