THE END (Part IV)

Optimism your forte

nonetheless you will get free.

You will not escape your fate

there is no secret door

no special hatch to evade

your pursuers.

You magic beans, stewed

will grow no ladder to liberty.

You are caught.

Your story's concluded.

Your adventures, my dear,

are over.

And it brings me no pleasure

I treasure no joy

from this moment

of fruition

of culmination

for you.

Live in hope

as you might

for the moments you have left

nothing else will go your way.

I'm sorry.

It's done.

You're gone.

And... no,

I don't believe I will turn around

for there is nothing behind me.

Nothing at -

shit.

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