Final Stage

Cooloseum

Gladiators straddle prey
Liquid spirits fuel their stay
Strip away the poor men’s pride
Cut their head and down their side

Let the blood shout out its name
Lions loose, not one is tame
Rear their heads to show great force
Plan attack without remorse

Pounce on life without a trace
Slash the back and rip the face
No more care for screams and shouts
Place their feet and rip with snouts

Nothing left, for life betrays
Blazing bodies, in a daze
Center stage for all to watch
Anguish tears away a notch

Lick their chops for thirst and blood
In a puddle, no more flood
Souls are rising to the sky
Bodies stripped of life and die.

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