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A Dance to the Death
My fronting foe's message made clear,
a musical melody being sung;
soldier's straighten their shoes' laces,
the dance battle has now begun.
No toe is left untapped,
no booty is left unshaken;
competing armies rhythmically clash,
murdering moves molded by Kevin Bacon.
Discoing digits dart up and down,
wiggling worms waltz across the floor;
when you challenge me to a dance battle,
you're waging an unwinnable war.
