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king of the underground
His clothes are wet
His fist are bloody
His bones are broken
Pieces of bones sharp and jagged
They slowly poke out and fall to the ground
He's in a cage surrounded by people
All betting money on the winner
But all odds are agaisnt hi
It's 3-1 then he hears the pipes hit the ground
four clanging meatal sounds
He dodges the punch and grabes one off the ground
He beats them all to death
He is now the king of the underground
He can't fight the feeling to kill for money
He procedes to teach how to be strong
His fist are bloody
His bones are broken
Pieces of bones sharp and jagged
They slowly poke out and fall to the ground
He's in a cage surrounded by people
All betting money on the winner
But all odds are agaisnt hi
It's 3-1 then he hears the pipes hit the ground
four clanging meatal sounds
He dodges the punch and grabes one off the ground
He beats them all to death
He is now the king of the underground
He can't fight the feeling to kill for money
He procedes to teach how to be strong
Published 1st May 2013
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1st May 2013 4:55pm
take the third to last line, and use that for the title. the king of the underground
1st May 2013 5:36pm
