Old Trafford
Like a giant deadly spider
She sits and waits
And they come,
By the thousands they come,
They crawl into her soul
And give her life...
And then she breathes and roars
She terrifies and breaks
Until they shake
Their breathless hearts and lungs-
They always die
Sometimes they live
And then she stops and quiets
Her strength her fear
Ooze out
And then she sleeps in her web
To rise and kill again
When they return.
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