Death In the Sport But Love For the Game

Water the spirit of life. Rain Washing, it drowns. And floods The ground. Bemoan the dead. Looks like leather seats. This Luxury luckily Looming. Jet Black black car assuming, lurking. Then There's those painted deathly Lips strawberry shade beauty of The dead. Hexing haunting. Gloomy grooming. Bemoan Ash tone. Assume the posture Death must be fed. Lastly Listless meet back home Excellently greet this grace the Prime timeless faith those kind. Time to meet your fate on the Scrimmage line. Exhaustedly treasured fee this Time. Sunless days enshrined. Pleasure please Pleasantly No crime. What cost to bear Shake and share. Cross the turf Cross the lawn. Weary on. Sing the song. Forlorn fall on touch down Bound. Football caught? For Sport we thought? Another man's Game. No regrets no shame. But lame some pain. Feeling The dealing the willing is strong Go on, go on, go long. The Matter at hand. The grieving Believing. Liveliness of Living lusciously. Forcefully Crushing. The crux of this the thrashing. paint? drips Rushing red deep the blood is Flushing. It seeps. Frustrating Then blushing. The Tees' are Crossed, Is' are dotted. The Blood it's spotting. Go long. Long ago meat had rotted Heavens and roses ago forgotten. For nothing at all for one for all To small the call. Wanting? that has got to go. There's The throw!. Magic Charisma is flaunted. Hearts Explode 'cause love was lost Of the game. Treasurers claim. The rest of the gold then fest. Atrociousness. Confess you're Less? Press the flesh. but You are better than best! Beat Your CHEST!! Gardens bestowed Roses that sew, mends the hearts. Love storm! For the Love of the Game!!