Chess players of planet earth! Make a decision. You are salt of species voice as you can bend time space and matter. Civilization pleads with you to overthrow all ideologies with your passion!
Promote chess as a means to find a suitable mate as you can observe any opponents heart through chess moves. Chess is the means from which to explore your potential mates arboretum or for manly discussions about existence between cultures kings.
I know I am only a king Bishop pawn, but when I play chess I assume Kings role of voice.
The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony
You want to improve your game? I can help you bend time e and matter. I am a savant of emotional awareness. I have wrestled against 7 dooms that plague my conscious renderings of voice. Flesh is weak, corporeal forms are dedicated to experience life… except humans. Linear thinking people who speak in public are so easy to detect.
Doesn’t take a C.I.A. agent to manipulate targets of information or terrorism.
It is true, I walk the streets of cement ponds as a sentient being. I make mistakes and bump into walkers of life. Excuse me mam is what my cultural instincts say, but gang rules of purpose does not allow for distraction… my purpose. Your voice is most precious substance in the universe.
Even Hitler was loved. Because KNP said so. A fallen comrade soldier of a nations desperation to free themselves for war debt. Crimes against humanity recorded. A cultural shame no more than modern day Persian empire Iran, where sand tents were once places of security and comfort of words.
Radiohead – Creep
However I am a comrade combat engineer soldier. Kings Sappers of terrain voice…
I being an Elder of our national guard unit from North Carolina walked as a general sigma male walking amongst troops that believe they are going to live forever. My own gunner abandoned his conscious on my watch… He unloaded his 50 cal weapon before entering the gates of safety. What the fuck?
I have failed to check the cliffs of cultural and species expectations. A failure to men and women under my command. Oh fuck! My conscious swirls of failed leadership. My brothers and sister in arms. I was one of fifty available men to lead a platoon size element into battle.
Mantle of responsibility almost equivalent to wearing the mantle of dad. Cruising around Iran sworn to protect my lieutenant butter bar. I oldest specialist in unit possibly battalion, fired 2 rounds through vehicle, one throw the radiator and windshield.
Vehicle finally stopped as passenger necks pumps blood of broken glass. Platoon reader runs by me towards possible combatants as vehicle born explosives has a 300 meter radius of destruction. I shot at 75 yards as I was froggy of my loyalty to all life.
3 Doors Down – Kryptonite (Official Video)
He called me idiot as I stood my post of an American badass of voice. Pulled from mission to talk to battle captain. Walk into his office as a soldier. Attention salute of earned of respect.
“What Happened.”
I surveyed my sector at an I.E.D. investigating probe stop. Gunner position E-4 rank with crusty balls and coffee rocket to sooth desert heat. Who needs cold water when you are a King Bishop Pawn.
Gray hair and worn crinkle of eyes of desert sand and furnace of heat worry for my troops well being. An American serving with all those racist name that socialist spit upon. My state friends of all vocations are a superior fighting force than active military. Our crafts are an asset to military operations as a unit of voice as we could pull from our workday crafts as weekend warriors willing to die for those fuck Karen Bitches and Kens of a pussy voice domesticated human.
Civilization is not aware of trust in your fellow comrade soldier…
Rob Zombie – Dragula
Time is short as time is devouring my body. I am voice of passion willing to put linear minded people and ideologies in their place. I am a future “William Wallace.” Society hunting me down as a species renegade pull from the “Matrix” world. I as a secular being, surfing religions offering of something to have faith in.
Not a goo person as I can see creation and wildlife. Goo people walking through the woods cannot see the trees because the forest is in their linear mind way. They cannot see life as they were trained to speak death words of true voice. Ulterior motives to hide their dark little puny human conscious.
There comes a time in a readers life when choice must be made… whose voice are you? Follow King Knight Pawn as he makes first move… P-KN4. An opening to destroy all logical players!
Ultimate show down of passion versus logic…
I walk into through wooden double doors weighted of species event challenge. I see Dr. Fauci and pull out a white glove and slapped his beta male face. I challenge you to a chess death match. However I shall ensure that you shall live.
If you win you can kill me. Shot by American soldiers for ideological treason. However if you lose… your tongue shall be removed for violations of sentient awareness! Live on C.N.N. bitch! I charge you with species treason and your empire shall be stripped of profiting off humanities flesh. Your children shall curse you vocation and you being a fuck dad!