An enticing game initially played...
Is beginning to leave very few,
Wishing at all to win!
At underhanded duels.
Screwing all and everyone pursued!
Everyone is discovering,
Heartlessness has been a prerequisite!
But those chips disguised...
And now recognized
As a chase for terrorists,
To masquerade the depths
Of this degrading laid to enlist unrest.
And has been a solicitation of a blindedness...
Unresisted and prepared to assist!
Until a darkening over this began to persist.
And everyone enjoys feeling triumphant in sunlight!
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