I've never been great at video games
And yet, I enjoy their structured frames
As seasons do shift, so do tactics change
While golden-most roads are, too, rearranged

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With each Season's pass, so do our moves alter
Both on the screen and in worlds writ larger
What once served us well, in time, does falter
And thus, change, itself, is the only path offered

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Regardless of want, the world does not wait
The pendulum swings between love and hate
And it currently seems that the latter's at gate
So, please, think ahead of your future win-state