14 Nov
Fireballs and cameras
give them a good show
Children wielding weapons
deal the final blows
All that’s left is the eyes
in twisted muttations risen from the dead
Born to kill, bred to die
And they all bleed the same shade of red
Leave flowers at the gravesite
When all is said and done
This game’s been played before
Seventy-three times won
Some of the original lyrics from Arena from Panem’s best, by Whitney Milam.
Just Beautiful.
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