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No questions. It's head first. The world's a chess board and I'm just tryna get to expert. You can't capture the castle, that's not how this game works. The moats filled with clones all too eager to take ten on the throne. Control ain't about wearing a crown. Patience is a virtue, woodpusher. The race ain't over 'til the fat lady falls. Don't tiptoe past the unknown, grab it by the throat and tear it inside out.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Grandbastard
No questions. It's head first. The world's a chess board and I'm just tryna get to expert. You can't capture the castle, that's not how this game works. The moats filled with clones all too eager to take ten on the throne. Control ain't about wearing a crown. Patience is a virtue, woodpusher. The race ain't over 'til the fat lady falls. Don't tiptoe past the unknown, grab it by the throat and tear it inside out.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
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