Hope?
Ambidextrous torturers
Extrapolate how much longer we can last
And laugh in grisly satisfaction.
Those with the idiosyncracy of Hope
negate the facts,
Imputing universal regression as coincedence.
Our maladroit attempts at success
Only result in severe excoriations
Those who proclaim to have seized the prize
Must deleteriate worse than all
Forcing duplicity over their segment
of ubiquitous preponderance.
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