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"Roses are red, Violets are blue, My life's a long torture How I wish it was through."

  The audiance applauds at your gothic poetry skills. Schwarzhartz whimpers, and runs off the stage, never to be seen again. You are the grand winner of round one!

  Round two pits you against the goth-chick known only as Bleeding Heart. The red tear tattooed on her left chick probably means this round is going to be a lot harder. The referee signals for her to go first.  She lets out a blood-chilling howl (you make a mental note to use this neat sound effect in the next moody poetry torunament), and begins to read her own dark poetry:

  "God, nobody understands me Are you there, you disgusting old fool? I'm way too goth to belive in you. You probably don't exist anyway. Today, one of the popular girls called me a freak. I've cried through math class." 

  This amazing display of eternal torment leaves you breathless as you try to hold back your tears. Whatever you're going to come with next, you're going to have a hard time topping what you've just heard. 	

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