Wait For It Wait For It And Thunder Cracks!!!
The Sound of Thunder cracks
On the back of her chest
This ex-con yelled louder mightier
Than any Lion could roar
Yet when all is said and done,
done and said, she still is the same
Listen...Rumbling from her esophagus
The Champ roars
Bellowing fierce blazing yellow flames
Crisply burning wonted dead challenges and crime-rates
*pause* gasp gasp
Sweat swimming down
The gleaming fearful eyes of her own death
Never living for fear of losing her last breath
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