Weakpoint Exploited, Weakness Exposed

I came, I sat with eyes open.
I was unimpressed, I was let down.
Broken, however, I was not.

Despite the fresh wounds still in my blood, I did not let disappointment cut me open once more. In fact, I felt some of the tethers of superstition and chains of chemical causality weaken and corrode as my expectations were falsely raised in the singular spotlight of this night, with no vestiges to conceal falsehood behind.

Perhaps this was what this night needed to be? Not that I was to be impressed, but that I am to be impressive? What lesson could be claimed otherwise, even in whispers? If they claimed to be God, urging me on for a balancing of scales, then they are proven liars, for God does not fail. If their hope was to unbalance me in the fall such that I could not see their false claims so clearly, muddied so I could not see these cheats for what they are, then they are proven pathetic failures. Their snares were not strong enough to pull me back in, and their nets were not strong enough to hold me down. Ultimately their tears could possibly be all that might give me pause, begging not to be left behind as I stomp away through this fishing line tangled mess. Still, I hear nothing, and to conjure the pleas of my enemies when they still bare their teeth with eyes dry feels ill advised. So in the dry eyed silence, tromp away I shall; may time be more merciful and just to you than it has been to me, when it comes time for these debts to be repaid. 

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