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Dec 2012
He's on the grandest of stage, feel his pride in the air
The man with a taste for the most dramatic of flairs
With a mic in one hand and a sword in the other
As the ground shakes, your heart pounds, you better run from this brother
A beast that's uncaged, and he's beating his chest
"SEND ME YOUR MIGHTY, I'LL DESTROY ALL THE REST!" He's boasting and yelling, his laughter trembles through the valley
They fear and they worry, they protest and they rally
His claps makes thunder, his howls make rain
Oh what they can they do? How can he be contained? They scheme, they plan, they bicker, they plot
They can try all they can, he will never be stopped!
But really, he's that quiet man in the corner.
He watches and he learns He fuel his own fire, its no wonder his blood burns
I'm on a mission to succeed and I don't need your permission
My soul, my talent, my mind is all God given.
Written by
SirHogan23
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