Therefore, The Game

My mouth is a bunker.

I’ll eat every bone bomb

you dare drop my way.

 

Don’t knock on my root

Or I’ll come down on you

Like acorns in a storm.

 

You say it’s not a game?

Game has you in denial.

Your bones are crushed.

BoneCrusher'sThrone

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