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Jun 2018
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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