The stage is set, the lights are burning bright,
A calculated dance in fading false moonlight.
The players gather, masks upon their face,
Each seeking power in this treacherous space.
A whispered promise, a hand upon the back,
A sudden turn, a calculated attack.
The words like daggers, sharpened and so keen,
To wound an opponent, and to seize the scene.
The polls...
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