Before what became broken is spoken,
He'd like to preface the afterword
Maybe the trials tried too hard to explain,
Running the race with so much social content,
The message became overheated,
Overcooked yet still half-baked
The mother lode of bias,
Touched everything but the true topic
By and large,
The margin became very small,
Our perspective simply too narrow to be successful
But we can't try again, we lost
We'll have to perform our winning somewhere else
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