Giants
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Legend is his species
Yet he sleeps for not being slayed
Deep below, below earthen dirt
Treaded on years after days
Sound a-sleeping and sound silent,
But vibrations have been felt
I hail from a tribe of giants.
Men AND women each grand
In size and heart and mind.
Titans who built the world up
And gave it greatness.
I hail from a clan of giants.
Four brothers-
Even Though it's Torture
And every game makes me feel like the weather outside that day is a scorcher
I will always believe because when I'm standing by that Fence
