Crashing together in mortal combat
Leaving corpses in our wake
As we fight towards the gates of Hell
Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes
Here we will make our eternal stand
Crashing together in mortal combat
Leaving corpses in our wake
As we fight towards the gates of Hell
Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes
Here we will make our eternal stand
.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom
Under the veneer of what some call civilization
Now I know how to fight to get what is mine
Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better
Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats
Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”
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Fiercely defending her right to her emotional space, she stripped off the pink dress
Everyone was encroaching on her. In the past, they might have swallowed her whole.
Now she wrapped her fists with barbed wire, feeling it cut into her skin.
Come on world. It’s me against all of you, and I’m ready to fight dirty.
Everyone better watch out. Mama bear is ready to defend her territory.
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Passion pushed Marcus forward
After the first punch, Marcus tried to cover up
Instead he ate five more
Nothing seemed to stop the onslaught
Fighting had been his entire life
Until that moment when he knew he was over matched
Looking up from the canvas, Marcus knew his fighting days were done
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The smash to his head was the first hint that someone disagreed with what Ted had said to the youth on his lawn. He stumbled backward, finally finding his balance.
Ted was still trying to shake out the cobwebs, when the kid that hit him then charged him. Ted took the youth’s shoulder in his gut, knocking the wind from him. The youth threw Ted up and off his feet, smashing Ted backward to the ground.
The kid stood over Ted. “You want to play doctor with little girls? You even look at my sister again I will kill you.”
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