And standing there
As Streede he stood
Looking deadly so
With his gauntlets of power
As drawn from the air
So such an ever source
And a strordinaire
But struggling to his feet
With a normal joe
Standing scared
Such a statement was
Quite a foolish thing to make
"What would you have me do Streede? Cower until you kill me?"
"It matters not what you do Bob, you are going to die, it is that simple. There is no question in my mind in the least."
"Uhh, what about me Streede, the lone strordinaire, do you think I am going to let just let you kill him? You've got another thing coming if you think that."
"You're no threat to me strordinaire, not as weak as you are now, after all you've been through. So be patient and I'll get to you in a moment."
But seizing his nerve
As he well knew
Life would oh so easily
Be but gone
If not he did
But more than speak
Bob he acted
And rushed towards
His unknown fate
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