Run, Champion, Run

By Chen Hao Hua

DAMAGE, such a lovely word!

Every damage, comes with age,

Every damage gives rise to more rage,

Every damage, slowly turn you into a mage.

HURT such a lovely word!

Every hurt comes with morale,

Every hurt is usually drowned by ale,

Every hurt is because you're male.

DAMAGE, HURT such lovely words!

You don't need to look, they find you,

You don't need to seek, they find you,

You don't need to feel, they screw you!

DAMAGE, HURT such lovely words!

Wise are those who acknowledges them from afar,

Wise are those who run away before they are in you at par,

Wise are those who acknowledge and run before they turn you into tar!

DAMAGE, HURT such lovely words!

They run after you but you need to be faster,

They look for you but your life you must master,

They smell your weakness, therefore the holes you must plaster!

DAMAGE, HURT such lovely words!

Run far enough to gain strength to turn around and slay,

Run far enough to have proper balance to turn around and make it a child's play,

Run far enough so that your mind hatch plans to turn around and fortify against dismay!

Be wise don't go looking for them!

Run, champion, run!

By Chen Hao Hua