only first strike
It used to be: have the last word. And of course, my focused smithing assured the winning aims prevailed. Despite system fail-safes failing to keep up with their inertia.
But it took one of them imposing partial game handicap, to signal the end of attrition days. Can't hush the beacon, but the lighthouse seeks to persist better. Finally I understood as before, to let fools learn their hard wisdom, and one speaks but to sow for others to harvest.
So the message is published, the story continues, till the end closes my unique, and the cosmos moves on. And we recycle, and all is new, the first time never before, again.
There really is no best voice always. True song must be told once more, in another way.
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