Vapor
Running through the defense, I am Vapor
Leaving them in my wake, I am Vapor
They dont see the ball fly past them into the net. They dont realize that im in their blind spot, lurking to score a goal.
They dont feel the rush that comes with victory, the rush that lights up the crowd.
My speed is my weapon: my heart is my backup.
I am Vapor.
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