Both my fists clench
As my body turns tense
My lungs breathe it in
I stand before you again
Blows are thrown
Pride outgrown
Soon I shall show
The reaping of the sow
Enough of this
Break the static
Moving from semi
To fully automatic
I'VE HAD IT
ATTACK IT
BLACKENED
DISTRACTED
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