The only way to win, is to be a fool, to not care if you lose, no matter who you are, or the heights of your wisdom, you''ll still be checkmated after each move, each step you make will have a counterweight, a balancing piece, man or spirit, if it was a matter of being good, or righteous under heaven, you still wouldn’t measure up, before your head climbs your ass, the devil waits between the lines, the heavens saw, and they said you’re not good enough, to be deluded and free, a worm squirming under the moon, she doesn’t care for anything, yeah, it''s a big piece, but she’s heavenly, good or evil, what did it matter, all life can ever amount to, is a water lily and a bumblebee, the Japanese and Saturn, Sailor Moon, we serve the same goddess, but no one really likes to make it obvious, September, seasons change, so many players, waiting for the gong to ring, and the story to flow, oh how we all yearn, to make that fat lady moan once more...


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