Tournament

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Never what you needed

Continuously in the way

Your words so spooky

By manhandle and torment

Corrupted with blades

The scars still stain

Powerless and rejected

Relaxation of a spirit

Pulverized and befuddled

Torment so unfeeling

Like a light in a fire

You spread through my heart

You made a creature

One perpetually dim

Assurance through despise

Nobody more to disdain

These evil presences eyes

No comprimise

Presently it might be finished

Nothing left to be said

I'll paint your life red

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