1.14.10
Match
Throw a punch and gain a point.
Dislocate a weakened joint.
Sweep her off her shaky stand.
See ahead and block her hand.
Break a rib exposed too much.
Crush her knees, she'll need a crutch.
Bruises scattered everywhere.
Hair to pull and skin to tear.
Face adorned with blackened eye.
Panting out a painful sigh.
Make her paint the color red
Every surface on which she's bled.
Struggling out a broken moan.
Broken will be every bone.
Skin is red and blue and torn.
Spirit beaten, shattered, torn.
Claim a victory every day.
Dominate in every way.
Stand your ground and never lose.
This can be the path you choose.
Every time she dies once more,
Laying quietly on the floor.
What you do not realise
Is that it's you that really dies.
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