As I use the expertise vested in me
To rhyme so excellently, the universe sends subliminal messages to me
Telling me I’m going to champ the next topical league
Or how imma cut Cog throat and gift him the longest of sleeps
Intuition displayed prominently, all these premonitions
I sit like a boss at a giant oak table weighing all these decisions
Gave this game all I can give it, but still squeezing out drops of ambition
Is my prime yet to be found or somewhere lost in the remnants
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