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<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
It started as a hobby<\/p>\n
It started as a game<\/p>\n
Everyone wanted a piece<\/p>\n
of glory, honor and fame<\/p>\n
They came from miles around<\/p>\n
Just to look around<\/p>\n
The arena was stained red,<\/p>\n
and bone pieces littered the ground.<\/p>\n
Rain<\/p>\n
Blood rain<\/p>\n
Blood battle<\/p>\n
Death match.<\/p>\n
Within the cages lurking,<\/p>\n
A creature does now prowl.<\/p>\n
Awaiting its next challenger<\/p>\n
It lets out a gruesome howl.<\/p>\n
Built like a man its secret lies<\/p>\n
In bones made of titanium<\/p>\n
An android monster hell-bent<\/p>\n
On smashing in your cranium.<\/p>\n
Rain<\/p>\n
Blood Rain<\/p>\n
Blood Battle<\/p>\n
Death’s Match.<\/p>\n
Soon the number piled up<\/p>\n
With corpses left and right<\/p>\n
And still the spectators came<\/p>\n
to watch each epic fight<\/p>\n
Soon the sponsors began to worry<\/p>\n
If the creature was too strong.<\/p>\n
They knew that people might get bored<\/p>\n
If the battles took too long.<\/p>\n
Rain<\/p>\n
Blood Rain<\/p>\n
Blood Battle<\/p>\n
No Catch.<\/p>\n
So glory and fame became a new religion<\/p>\n
The sponsors wrote a book<\/p>\n
To beat this monster was immediate heaven<\/p>\n
And soon the world was hooked<\/p>\n
Not one man among them wanted to go to hell<\/p>\n
So many came each night<\/p>\n
And each night many fell<\/p>\n
One after another heard death’s knell.<\/p>\n
Rain<\/p>\n
Blood Rain<\/p>\n
Death Match<\/p>\n
No Catch.<\/p>\n
Rain<\/p>\n
Insane<\/p>\n
Blood Rain<\/p>\n
Death’s catch.<\/p>\n
Now all are dead who would challenge the beast<\/p>\n
Now all are majorly deceased<\/p>\n
The sign still burns brightly<\/p>\n
Inviting the dead in.<\/p>\n
Within this cavernous chamber<\/p>\n
Now remains their\u00a0sin.<\/p>\n
To think they could out battle<\/p>\n
A creature made of fear<\/p>\n
It lurks inside still waiting<\/p>\n
For a fool to draw near.<\/p>\n
The Android Monster ticks<\/p>\n
Promising Eternity Now<\/p>\n
Glorified in a moment<\/p>\n
By blood and guts somehow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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