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From the ground they come
eyeing each other, they have found their home
but one must go, and neither know their destiny
which will die, which will keep this home of insanity

circling each other, burning with greed
on each other they will feed
wounds are becoming clear
neither will give up becouse of fear

vicious fury
powerful and angry
almost nothing can stop this storm

Scratches and bruises, sweat and blood
each other they target, the wounds like flood
tired they are, their only fear
is losing to the other, and dropping a tear

after a duel
in the name of greed
both collapse
and their days are counted

in hell they meet
and the duel continues
but now theres no stopping
untill Satan is pleased



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