taunting you
with a malicious thrill
bring you foreward
against your will
fight back against
all odds
only to lose
to the gods
the loser stands
head bowed
hands clamped
firmly on a metal bar
torture repeats itself
once more
~erika boal
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| Losing taunting you with a malicious thrill bring you foreward against your will fight back against all odds only to lose to the gods the loser stands head bowed hands clamped firmly on a metal bar torture repeats itself once more ~erika boal |
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