Ancient Sport

the glory and fright celebrated with light on the enemies- choking unknowingly or do they not realize that hurts one, two now three? Just set me free strength is desired a solo specious in denial and though I double your size bite those ropes- devour every inch of your meaty corpses- I run in hopes of defeat- maybe you'll defeat beast- or quit. Hopelessly swallowing for air, two final pulls- and my corpse lye defeat victory granted fallin over my feet. You take your victory- while my soul- my pride- my dignity will remain you can defeat a beast- but never a man's spirit