The Plan

It begins with but a word, innocuous, unassuming,

At the juncture of meaningless syllables,

Fused ingeniously into wicked intention,

To consign every possible phoneme a profound secret,

The arrangement of your elaborate schemes into velarized primordial grunts.

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