Anecdotal Existence | King of Pieces

I wonder how it feels to be the player

looking down on the worms,

just his sweet pawns

How stupid he must think of us

How stupid we must be

How wonderful he looked when he died

when he’s been dead for so long

how he is forever youthful in the eyes of people

who love what they think he was

how wonderful in the hearts

of all the people he tricked

~ Sammicakes

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