Pity you - The terminal diagnosis
Methodical ammunition, a gathering of swords
To strike with patient certainty
Reveals the camoflaged enemy
A chrysalis in slumber absorbs abuse
Portraying compliance, a dramatic pause
The timing is critical, the plan is pure
A genetic desire to consume
Clarity of ambition, the cobra's stealth
Avenges it's pain and loose coiled wrath
The strike is true, the flank is breached
No more the jester, A general's reign begins
A capitalists battlefield raped by arrogance
Parched desire, an antidote for bloom
Scattered seeds fertilized by faith
A confluence of trust, relief of fear
Growth of purpose, A new era emerges
The victor revealed, The savior heals
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