Why does it seem, that he feels the need to contend.
Even though, he knows damn well, it will offend.
They drew a conclusion, that to all was so frank.
The decision was not fair, his heart just sank.

As he looked to the future, which was so bleak.
To pull his soul up, he was far from weak.
He began to decend, into all his confusion.
His whole life now, was a dramatic illusion.

To silence the critics, everyone had to hear.
Their reckoning day, was inevitably near.
When the invite arrived, he read with much laughter.
It baffled his mind, to what they sought after.

He prepared to approach, with apparent suspicion.
The pathway was long, but he had the ambition.
His body was superb, so great, so agile.
Yet all opponents, to him, were nothing but fragile.

He contended with force and without a care.
His switches were on, as he flew threw the air.
Pumped, wide eyed and full of aggresion.
If he doesnt be careful, he’ll be their possession.

He was previously doomed, as the ultimate fable.
It’s his character now, that he placed on the table.
For all of his life, which he did not admit.
This irriversible act he’d soon commit.

To dig down deep, to show what he’d been taught.
It was nothin to him, just an after thought.
To rise and fall, so many times was ample.
But his enemies blood, he strived to sample.

His emotions were so raw, tears ran down his face.
He inflicted maximum damage without trace.
Then after the fight, it was all said and done.
He knew he was a killer, that’s what he’d become.

He licked his chops, as he knew the end was near.
He began his long walk, down a very short pier.
All through his life, he felt all the supression.
And that’s why he will never become their possession.