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In the realm of logic, where minds intertwine,
A game of wit and strategy, so sublime.
Predicate Wars, a Python card game of old,
Where reasoning and planning take a stronghold.

With symbols and syntax, the cards are born,
Crafted with care, each player must adorn.
A tapestry of logic, a language profound,
Creating their weapons, truth's battleground.

In this competitive realm, minds clash and spar,
Using predicate logic to reach for the stars.
Each turn, a chance to showcase their might,
Unleashing their cards, shining so bright.

Strategic planning becomes the key,
To outsmart opponents, cunning and free.
For every move holds a deeper intent,
To trap their foes in logical descent.

Syntax and semantics, a dance in the air,
Reasoning techniques, a flair so rare.
Truth tables and quantifiers, allies in play,
Building an arsenal, day by day.

The battlefield echoes with logical cries,
As players engage, their intellects rise.
Analyzing, deducing, seeking the truth,
In Predicate Wars, minds find their youth.

So gather your symbols, your reasoning mind,
Step into this game, where brilliance you'll find.
Predicate Wars, where logic takes flight,
A card game of strategy, shining so bright.