Perhaps those visions and humblest resolve
Are simply just honored, will likely dissolve -
No one’s the devil, shall strive to endure,
The will of the fighter must hope to be pure.
At length, our talent excelling the norm -
Superior patience, our status, the storm.
Challenges, temper, suspension of needs,
The game to acknowledge misfires and deeds.
Simply just bordered, abandon the peace;
A concept so lucid, it must never cease.
The primary logic, great care from our focus -
Holy maintains and their shame - hocus-pocus.
Relaxed in the coolness and chilling, our claim -
Bringing pure triumph and radical fame.
A timely reward for you ladies and guys;
More’s just much sweeter, the luckiest prize!
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