| Checkmate |
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| This game of kings |
| practicing for war |
| has nothing to do |
| with the heart |
| It is entirely |
| a game of the mind. |
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| But you, my challenger, |
| who say you will move according to |
| all the ancient rules |
| move awry, and I |
| unprepared |
| am forced onto uncharted battlefields |
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| where black becomes white |
| and all my valuable pieces |
| are captured by deception |
| and scattered in total disarray |
| across the battlefield |
| where I am slain. |
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