Hello, Rival

Hello, rival, you found me so exhausted
Would you grant me a moment of preparation?
Dull knives, tired from a hard life of being first place
I'll try, rival, to fight
I owe you no more and certainly no less
Hello, rival, you're dead now
I'm on the attack
Sticks, stones, and syllables
Brittle, but find their target
This is a bursting cloud
This is my strongest shout
In threes and fives, a banshee
Listen up now rival
Here's one for the books

Goodbye, rival
A mismatch
A category error



Credits
Writer(s): Devon Lougheed
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