As argument tries to take over,
What is being taken?
Everything, it seems,
Yet nothing more than this:
You cannot take what you do not want.
I cannot have what is never mine.
My hope remains.
Your faith is your own to find.
As argument tries to win the day,
What is there to lose?
Nothing, it seems,
Yet everything comes down to this:
Your victory and my defeat,
Or my win to your loss,
Is the death of the conversation
And the end of us.
As argument tries to make its point,
Who gets the final word?
What is there left to say?
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