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Like a pawn in some cosmic game of Chess,

   seems to be my forte to show up in the eleventh hour

      right before the bomb goes off,

      pitch a wrench into the Karmic machine

      and watch the gears grind to a halt

Or conversely be applied as a catalyst

   to a stagnant situation,

   the stone thrown into the still pool,

   a siren wailing in the wee hours of the morn

Not always a pleasure to serve

   but we all must play our parts mustn't we