broke
your blood,it runs acrossed the floor,
your skull,
its shattered,
protects you no more,
your kneecaps are twisted,
your ankles are broke,
the screams come out of your throat,
as but a croak,
your hair is tangled,
your face a broken mess,
but hey,
from me you should have expected no less,
now with your arms dislocated,
and your big black eye,
i lay you down,
so you may bleed out and die.
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