The thousand forces settle in
to make you fit. If so, they win!
- if you misfit, they win as well!
'Til you fit out.
That must be hell,
or else they're false.
Redouble it. The nail stuck out
shall be pound flat.
Unless it sticks.
Then celebrate
this object we
could not
make pat.
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