underpromotion

underpromotion

Game start

2nd rank again

At least I'm not stuck in 2nd gear

Yeah I see the irony

Right where I'm at – a 2 and a G

D2 asks for B2's fellowship

But he and C2 are connected already

Literally, as they're twins

Formidable force

Double-edged sword

Suddenly B2's backward

Both packed and delivered to Jesus

By a bishop

D2 enjoys that scene too freaking much

His wicked grin persists

Even after being decapped

By the Queen

Satisfied with her 1st win, she scans the land of her enemy

Spots an isolated piece

Tiptoeing near her husband's land of promises

Little does she know

Promises are hollow

And all E2 dreams of is her tiara

Being strangled by its wearer

Is the closest she can get to her precious

Seeing all that

F2's scared shitless

Tryna turn back, but physically impossible

God, he looks 15

Like a ripening watermelon

5 bullets penetrate his green rind, then flesh

Loses his balance

Choked on his own juice of red

His seeds never stand a chance

The rest of my fellows

Soon too become carcasses

Dragged and quartered by horses

Blown to bits by cannons

I'm the last one standing

One step at a time

So close, them pearly gates

Where Peter claims

"This P shall be passed"

Two pissed nations

Ready to put politics aside

For coronation

But I have already decided

To become a horse

Bet E2 wanna kick me in the crotch

To be honest

I'd rather ride

Than be someone's wife

Never follow a straight line

Hopping around this matrix

That's how I thrive

Light to dark, dark to light

Never confined.