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
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