Still unable to become a bird The butterfly flaps its wings Almost breaking off I waited, tongue sticking out Welcome to the world of gamesmanship The clouds flowed by, I took on a fighting spirit The symbols are strewn as in an anagram Between skepticism and affection Who is the ruler? War is declared, frontliners move Ingenious scheme and strategy Fearlessness and cowardice in jest Overture to the collapse A play of white puppets A sensе of emptiness loops "Did you think you'd bе a convenient
bullet?" A brilliant maneuver, always alone Victory or defeat, meritocratic With struggle, an incompetent human's Destiny can change Just defy the numbers and common wisdom And let's go beyond the light Zugzwang, du-ra-ta-ta Dance, minor piece Zugzwang, ra-ta-ta-ta In the palm of my hand Zugzwang, du-ra-ta-ta Black-and-white vision, crawl up and come forward
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