Woken Poetry 8: Begin the defeat (this one's sort of a rap)

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I live for combat.

Where's the battle at? 

A helmet's my hat.

Your army should scat.

Attack!

Do not retreat.

I'm all about sweet,

hella battle heat.

I don't even cheat.

Concede!

My life's a huge clash.

I take out the trash.

I'll burn you to ash!

My swords 'bout to slash.

Mismatched!

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