You came with the weight of surprise
on your side. Made mincemeat
of all my defensive cries,
and at the whole point of your victory
- you capitulate. Sway, and give in to me.
Now what am I made to make of this.
I calibrate, play
and practice at bliss, but
there's only one way
this act plays out.
We shall have to sit back. Suspend
all doubt.
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