The Game

You shake and tremble

And try not to cry out in fear

As the masses begin to assemble

With your fellow warriors near

 

So your nerves start to wane

And a smile breaks across your face

For you will not be the ones in pain

As your opponent will be left in disgrace

 

And when you are beckoned forward

You shall begin to roar out cheers

With the plan of destruction ordered

As you have been seeking revenge for years

 

When you storm out to face your rival

Sweat and blood will become part of everyone

As you brazenly fight for your survival

Hoping that you will not be outdone

 

So you fight with all your might

And rise to victory

Knowing that all is right

As your triumph is written is history

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