In valley born of primal broth, dinosaurs collide with raw talons.
Claws and jaws narrate nature's condition
Only the strong is the battle cry of ancient tradition
In one corner's the terrible tyrant. Rage full and vicious
Across the moor exists a far greater scaley nemesis
They danced and feigned in vast terrain shrouded in pathogens
They dash and dodge, slapped and boxed avoiding the trap thats set
A gash, it reddens as they mash their chest, clash intense
Once the dust settles only the last will stand
as spinosaur stepped from the smog and gasp for breath.
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Topic: halloween