World Beater
The earth quakes with fear.
It sweats brooks.
My face is made of stone.
One look and you turn to stone.
The fire in my eyes burns forests down.
My kicks are quick as lightning.
I punch like rain; you can't avoid me.
My fists are made of iron.
I don't wait until they get hot to strike.
I break new ground as if it were a nose.
It crunches against my knuckles.
I uppercut deep. Lava gushes on impact.
The earth revolves around me before lying in mire.
It was me against the world.
Now I'm a world beater.
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