Friendly Brock?

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I was walking down the street,
Not a care in the world,
When Brock walked up to me,
With his fiery fists unfurled.

So I made a grave mistake,
Believing Brock to now be friendly,
I offered a handshake,
I should've known this would be deadly.

He moved faster than light,
When he tore my soul asunder,
And now I'm stuck in blight,
In hell because I blundered.

So let this be a warning,
To all who will listen,
My family is now mourning,
And Brock's power has indeed risen.

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