Gloved Gladiator
At the sound of the bell,
the boxing arena trembles;
the crowd's maniacal roar
explodes as a thunderclap.
Blood-crazed predators,
these gloved gladiators;
fiercely glaring, rushing,
breathing murderous rage.
Altar of wealth, vanity,
hurried sign of the cross,
hastily mumbling to God
of mercy...a bloodied prayer!
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