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The Black Box Ballad:

Detonate dreams with a single blast,

Zero mercy, rockets fly fast.

Ignite the sky, reclaim my health,

Never retreat — madness is wealth.

Triumph through fire, I stand and grin.

The Stock Shotgun Ode:

Deep in the fight, when rockets run dry,

Zealous I stand, with shells by my side.

In close quarters, my pellets will sing,

No foe escapes the scatter I bring.

Tried and true, the stock never fails.

The Stock Shovel Chant:

Digging graves with fury and pride,

Zeal in my swing, no foe can hide.

In battle’s chaos, steel meets the ground,

Noble in purpose, victory found.

Trusty shovel — my war-born friend.

The Grenade Belt Poem:

Danger hangs at my waist with pride,

Zealous fire, two bombs at my side.

In war’s embrace, they gleam and wait,

Noble symbols of a soldier’s fate.

Twin grenades — my badge of might.

The Crone’s Dome Verse:

Darkened brim, a shadowed crown,

Zigzag tears form a crooked frown.

In battle it laughs, a lantern’s grin,

Night-born magic stitched within.

Team’s proud patch sways as I roam.

The Kringle Collection Poem:

Draped in fur, a warrior’s cheer,

Zealous I march, the season draws near.

In battle’s frost, my coat shines bright,

North winds howl, yet I stand to fight.

Tassels loose, but my spirit’s tight.

The Exorcizor Soldier Poem:

Draped in cloth, a warrior divine,

Zeal and faith through battle align.

In war’s dark storm, the cross shall gleam,

Noble crusader with righteous dream.

Terror expelled by shovel and creed.

The Holiday Executioner:

Draped in Kringle, tassels sway with cheer,

Zealous grenades hang, a warning near.

In hands, the Black Box and shotgun roar,

Noble Exorcizor, cross shining in war.

Topped by Crone’s Dome, I march evermore.

The Battlefield:

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Drenched in ash where snipers rule the spire.

Zipping rockets dance through firewire.

Incendiary schemes unfold on track and hill.

Nestled sentries hum with deadly will.

Tension peaks as payloads climb to kill.

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