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The end feeling closer, my senses whisper that the battle is over
Deaths over my shoulder, engulfing me in a curtain of a metallic aroma
Succumbed to my knees, I prepare for my spirit to leave, in a minute or two
As I view my fallen empire reduced to empty vessels upon the crimson dew
Driven by greed, my eyes deceived, the thirst for power was ruled by arrogance
Truth be told, my opponents hold ,was an embarrassment in comparison
Through the dense fog, my executioners come forth, my soul ready to depart
No regrets, my hearts content, I once held the power back at the start
But like a drug, my opponent is hooked, walks by, leaving me on my knees
For simple victory isn't enough, he'd rather promote all his pawns to queens
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