The Hunt

March 20, 2010
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They stared us down
And we knew in that instant
That we were going
To fight for it

Slowly moving
Backing up and making a
Sort of growling noise
Warning us to back off

We walked like jackals
When they see their prey
Stalking and silently saying
“You have no chance”

We made the move
To go for it
This was the moment
That would decide everything

They jumped in too
Clawing their way in
But we didn’t hold back
Until, finally, it was over

And we came out victorious
The best of our game
We stole their title
The title of champions

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