Monday, September 15, 2014

living is a chess game



The crimes creep
Out of the shadows of immobile objects
Silently it moves
The haunted faces of possession

The unlucky few
The many of them in statistics
In the files in the archives
Of dead people the slow paces

The blues will get blocked
The minds can't fathom deeply
They are good at catching the rats
The maze of crimes they take a long time

Every where in the world
Crimes will be exploded
The picking up pieces
The long way to get redemption

Living is still a chess game
Sometimes you win; sometimes you lose
Only there is hardly a second chance
One wrong move it's end of the road

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