Your plan

You defy all things rendered

  Still you take what is mine

Your words are lacking amenity

                Thus far were intertwined

Befuddlement will not blind me

                Your plan will not suffice

Enticed by your charming ego

              Refuse to pay the price

Weakness will feed upon your soul

             Victory will flood my gate

Alluring smiles will be had

            As I decide your fate

The End

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