The Fight for Life

The sun was beating down on me,
I was bound in captivity.
Pain had no mercy on me.

A million thoughts ran through my head.
Sooner or later, I'd be dead.
I longed to be fed.

He was ruthless and vain,
Inflicting pain,
But my arms were strained.

What could I do?
He was my personal dictator,
Asked for or not.

Conscience he had none,
I couldn't help myself, couldn't run.
Great for him, he had won.

A battle with no morals,
The end predicted before the start.
The winner had more strength,
And took the loser apart.

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