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I have a cache of weaponry
and i am trained on how to gain the right trajectory
i'm not afraid of the first volley
over the net
but you hit under the belt
you get personal
you are in for the kill
a primate in his thrill
you have a stash of radioactive nukes
that you calibrated with my ASL
and you targetted my resolve
shields up
defenses raised
you have come too far
do not approach
quarantine in effect
don't come near
you close in the rear
knowing she is in fear
you sacrifice your queen
just for a chance to knight a pawn
that has prostrated herself across your lawn
this pawn that cannot be played
a queen herself in her understated ways
on your chess board of lovers
the bishop is dead
the horses have fled
all that remains
is all that she said
it plays in your head
black or white
true or false
yes or no
flip the table
change sides
see it from both angles
before we release our IBMs

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