It's your role,
you have to be;
hidden tears of core.
Want to scream,
let it bleed.
On a war with machine,
break the code:
Fire on papers,
valour conquers.
King of arena,
you don't run;
fight till last breath,
evolve as stealth.
Release the front,
make them regret;
so be it a bout,
let it out.
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