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by marcus May 11, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
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.