..halelujah...poor child of mine...I sacrificed you...the thin layer of mortal dust that I am...oh poor child o'mine......
beyond this everything...it is so painful just because there was a time...a time may be far gone...far far away...a time when things were different...destiny had his own blows...
now it's round 22...I still hold on...bloody...half conscious..in my corner I sigh..the bell tolls..here we go again...man beat the hell out o'me...break my teeth......let this be my stake...let me burn..it's tough......man you used to carry me on your shoulders...now you bit by bit kill me...yes, I've grown up..grown big enough to pay.....and I swear, I'm payin it in full....satisfy your urges...Spill the blood...Drink the blood....................
no....no.........let's be honest....Spare me......please........Please Spare me ... this soul is degraded down to the ground......guess you've wiped the world off my face...and it hurts...it hurts so much.............Spare me & I shall crouch through the rest o'my life...this is ending up a far cry from those dreams...and I can't take it no more...my screams are merely a whisper...scratching their way through my brain.....spare me...spare me...............................
heh..no I'm not a fool, I know well enough that:
A man is what he is made of...................................
Sunday, August 27, 2006
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They say Cassius Clay used to whisper continously while hitting the competitors. It was his way of making them dizzy and nervous.
You have been brave... Round 22?! WOW!
I am in the middle of round 16.
Good luck champ :)
Bumble-bee
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