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Do you think you can win?
Do you even think you can contend?

When the tempestuous trolls come out to play...
1, 2, 3 to infinity with the vitriol they spew your way

These keyboard assassins will peck you into oblivion.
So, why bother? They know neither where you're going nor where you've been

They scroll incessantly in search of their next victim
It doesn't matter what the pronoun is: her, him, they, or them

The exorbitant amount of shade that's thrown while you bask in the sun.
Shade! So much shade that's meant to dim your light in your season

So, jumping into the ring for an online battle is futile
Because online hits come from all angles and the blows can be brutal

A prudent man knows to stay clear of this ring
He knows it is a place where many revel in sordid, tittle-tattle, and mindless things

So why enter a ring where it's impossible to win?
It shouldn't even be a second thought because you can't even contend.

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