Let us fight

Let us fight

Let us put our strengths to the test

Let us allow our individual devils to come out and prove who is stronger and wittier. 

Let us allow our personalities to show off. 

Let us remind the gods that they didn’t give us muscle for modeling, 

Let us get drunk with adrenaline. 

Let us set the boundaries. 

Let us cross over to the stone age where fighting was the norm. 

Let us draw our daggers and aim them at each other. 

Let us forget that the barbarians were primitive and adopt their ways. 

Let as seek revenge as sweet as it will be and as bitter as loss can be. 

Let us throw stones at each other and hit each other with perception. 

Let us draw each others blood and forget that they are the same color. 

Let us be animals and prove nature right that we are truly but a species on this Earth.

We draw our daggers and cut the air towards each other. 

We miss and repeat it over and over until both daggers are displaced from our hands. 

We clutch our fists as if they are our natural clubs. 

Weapons that are like an arsenal of destruction. 

We hit at each other with precision. 

We hit each other and the pain is excruciating. 

We are covered in blood and bruises all over. 

We throw each other at the ground. 

We drug each other and scrap the skins of each other as if we are both dead. 

In-turns.

We spit on each other and realize that our creator added a natural blade to our arsenal. We gnash our teeth showing the white blade in terror, thriller and fiercely look for the softest part of each others flesh. 

We sink our teeth with the power of the hyenas jaws. 

We tear off each others flesh, ripping out the mass of cells in a red mess.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwh. 

The adrenaline begins to wear from our endocrine system. 

The pain sinks in. We feel the pain and ooooooooh my god……… 

The pain is excruciating. 

The pain is growing like a gnawing sound. 

The eery of the site of each others blood. 

The mess of the bruises and the torn up clothes. 

The litter on the ground. 

The clotted blood messy on the ground.

The sight of our mess. 

The feel of our bruises, our wounds, our pain. 

The taste of blood in my mouth. 

The cold chill aftermath of adrenaline. Gives me the creeps. 

That is the sign of stupidity. 

The sign of illiteracy, 

The sign of hate, the sign of evil, 

The sign of stupidity. 

The sign of sin.

Let us leave you to think……………..