"Hunger Games"

Life and death is a cycle

It determines our final outcome

Only few are chosen

To go into the place of many murders

Allies are formed

Blood is spilled across the battlefield

Weapons pulverize each person's flesh

Happy hunger games

And may the odds be ever in your favor

 

 

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