The Rock God
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The galaxy dances, swaying to the rhythm of the stars
Ponder the creator's handiwork, so close, yet so far.
Sun's surface boils and burns, as we end the round
I see the galaxy painted around me, heavenly artwork, colorful, gleaming brightly.
Pound.
My attack team enters their formation, as our forces collide with theirs.
Pound.
