A clash that echoes through the hall
Where two have entered, one must fall.
There rings another zealous shot
Another dies, so oft forgot.
Within the cities dank and dreary
The nobles and the poor lie weary.
The opulence cannot contain
The cries of those who have been slain.
Though still as dying engines sputter
The denizens still clear the clutter.
Rebuilding in this world of junk
Good luck in this new world, STEEMPUNK.
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Anyone on the game, feel free to duel me, my record of losses is unbroken currently! 😆