Gladiators wear
a twisted smile
More than a
little bit askew
The snarl of
disdainful contempt
and the optimism
of the eventual win
For him it's just
another judgment
day again
Confident in the outcome
His preparation is for war
Knowledge of the victories
triumphed in before
Behind the stoid steel facade
He glares upon the prey
Another snarling man
who expects to win the day
The adversary also
He wears the twisted smile
Expecting that
the man He sees
is another man whom
He will slay
For every day is
judgment day
again.
-R.
(10.17)
-LA
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Gladiators wear
a twisted smile
More than a
little bit askew
The snarl of
disdainful contempt
and the optimism
of the eventual win
For him it's just
another judgment
day again
Confident in the outcome
His preparation is for war
Knowledge of the victories
triumphed in before
Behind the stoid steel facade
He glares upon the prey
Another snarling man
who expects to win the day
The adversary also
He wears the twisted smile
Expecting that
the man He sees
is another man whom
He will slay
For every day is
judgment day
again.
-R.
(10.17)
-LA
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