... a whimpering simp?
NO.
A simpering whimp then?
Nnno! Close though.
A stable...
Absolutely not.
... genius
It'll come,
and when it does
it'll be like a blue bolt
from above, the sky...
the dark will give way,
the house on the hill will light up
like a prison escape.
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