Modern Battle
By Ultra Blue
Swing, chop, slice, stab I reach for ya throat but I miss tha grab You evade my blade and dive out of tha way You catch my chin with a solid blow but stay I sway left, then right, blast the right hook straight in ya face Left jab you throw so I roll right and make a jack for tha knife Roll right over and snatch it up with the quickness Next thing ya know it's flyin' at ya head with tha slickness In the blink of an eye your right behind me, knife in your hand You arc down and try ta cut me, but I fall down and kick ya in your left cap You go face first in tha dirt, that's alotta blood, it must hurt Cacklin' like mad I leap to my feet and kick up my knife Quick as lightnin' I sweep across ya neck and get caught in a spurt of blood "That gurglin' shit jus' don't sound right man" *blam*Damn I'm bored *cackles* Just for the record stuff like this just happens, leaving me to merely write about it, not act upon it ;) Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 10:22 AM PST 20 • 0 • 14
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"Swing, chop, slice, stab..."