The distinction of the slightest to greatest,
The limits of some moves.
Can't be defined by just a one battle basis,
But encrypted to a few secretive distinctions.
Transformation upon transformation,
I find myself analysing the game of chess. It's such a grand metaphor in this game we call life.
The more we lose, the more tactful and careful we become.
The more power moves we make , the more silent we become.
The pawns are moved out very early in the game.
The King protects everyone else while only The Queen protects The King.
The power lies in the alignment and awareness of one's purpose,
not getting lost in the competition of who is meant to be more powerful.
The real winner is the one who sits carefully in this position and plays the hell out of the hand that was dealt to them, much like poker.
Each round, each battle only prepares you for the grand war.
It's us against the world not us against each other.
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