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A Fighters Fight

In the third round beat like a dog

seeing double vision, head in a fog

blood running down

hoping to win this one last round

 

Sound of the bell rings its chime

to win in a sub-mission this one time

tired as hell but have to push through

what else is a fighter to do

 

Punches hit like a on-coming train

have to stay focused even in pain

knocked down put in a hold

doing everything that was told

 

Have no more energy inside

on this rush what a ride

doing the best one can do

in a choke turning blue

 

Have no choice have to tap out

hold it as the the ref shout

illegal hit to the head

different approach should be used instead

 

This is it down to the wire

hands and legs feel like they are on fire

lost this fight but cant win them all

still standing in this brutal brawl.

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Nov 17, 2009
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