I can tell you the tragedy of imbibing,
a volition of instinct that chooses euphoria
out of the rafters of aspiration, a victory
in discernment of illusory procurement.
Thus we become orphans in this tragedy,
not children under the pulpits of love.
Is this the snaring by methodical education,
that teaches us of the bread and butter
of winning, of earning what should not be
yearned for? The gloating of gluttony?
Is history so expletive that it only imparts
in its record-keeping the writings of the
victors?… where to pursue the historicity
of victims is made to feel like an unhinged
pursuit of endless loose threads?! I am
uninspiringly enroute to a destination
where I ought to stand under the marble
architecture of my inviolate temple, wherein
my ediction looms all over your hapless heads
that: None won, and none lost! My mastery
is for sustenance and salvation, not for triumph!
Did you all think the `Aha!’ moment was your
anticipated moment? Like WWE, where you are,
not the gladiators yourselves, but the bettors
rooting for those staged victories! I can tell you, you are all
on a trajectory to hasty lairs set up as ensnarements
and traps by eternal and ultimate treachery and evil.
If you all choose, then, to unceremoniously evict me
for my being your impediment?!!!
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