Fuck Sparta, Try Fighting a War with Words
Get big
Get fucking BIG
There is nothing stopping you now
Stand tall
Chest out
Make those mother fuckers shake in fear
You're angry, yes
And hurt
Let them see the bruises
Because that is the worst they can do to you.
But you...
You can make those fuckers bleed
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