Welcome to the table,
The table of inner tears,
And fake smile.
We all picked up our plate,
As we march forward for our breakfast.
Many are use to the breakfast,
While others are always weeping,
Yet they survive.
Off we go into the ring,
As our plate is turned to weapon,
For battle begins.
10 as we enter,
1 survivor is needed.
Blood everywhere,
As we kill human beings like chicken,
And smile in tears like a vampire who just had a feast.
Well, welcome to the Ring of blood,
Don't be surprised,
Because blood has to flow.


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