My Unschedualed Fight Nite

by marcus   May 11, 2005


Bloody,broken, bruised, and branded, here it comes....my punches landed.

Battered, wounded, twisted legs,
"stop I'm bleeding" the victim begs

Now doubled over, spitting teeth,
his girlfriend screams, collapsed with grief

"HELP ME! HELP ME!" he gasps and cries
He knows ill beat him till he dies.

I show no mercy, I fight to the death, Till his broken body is all that is left.

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