Stay true to your gothy nature, and attend a moody poetry tournament

Maintaining your tormented, hardcore posture, you head towards the moody poetry tournament. You sign into a local goth-motel, and get ready for the big day.

 And that big day comes. You wake up with lots of new lines in your head, and know you that you can make it. Full of self-esteem, you enter the moody poetry ring, and the first round of the tournament begins. Your opponent is a German guy called Schwarzhartz. He looks tough, but not too tough. The ref signals for you to go first.

Say, "There was a goth-chick named Daisy..."

Say, "Roses are red, violets are blue..."

Say, "Vulture, vulture in the sky..."

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