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Name: l3lessed

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Thoughts
"The Game"
Two kings on each side of a checkered
battlefield, war waging in front of them,
kneeling to the sky they call differently.
And on hallow ground bloody corpses lay,
a testament to gods will slippery
tongues will tell. What is one death if two souls
are saved. It's two more souls to save four more;
for the pawns don't know it's a number game.
Men have cried and bled for king, land, and wealth
but every drop spilt in his true glory
will be remembered with your final breath.
And with the last expression on your face
knights, bishop, queen, and king praise the same god
that watched your eyes go so pale. For a king's and
bishop's blood is to great for "god's true will".

Opionin
This is a blank verse poem I wrote for my poetry course. It has no standard rhyming scheme, it just has to be in pentamic meter. Most classical plays and shakespares plays where writtin in this form such as his infamous "To Be or Not to Be" speech. I thought it came out very well and portrayed my point.

Recommended Viewing
Movie: "Fight Club" *Pay close attention through out this one kids*

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