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In the realm of discourse, there stands Mr. Preacher: He stares, observing waiting for the right moment to drop his words on you.
He stares, observing, waiting for the right moment to drop his words on you.
You barely see it coming, you're trapped now in his rhetoric.
Agree and be sucked in or try to force your opinion and be sucked further in.
You panic!
His views on screens all around you.
Yet amidst the suffocating discourse, a glimmer of hope emerges: A flicker of light beckoning you towards freedom.
Hastily bidding farewell, you stumble towards the beacon of escape.
Eager to break free from the preacher's hold.
You say your goodbyes quickly as you stumble away.
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