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Sport

Member since 2003 · Posted 18 Apr 2004 · 3 comments

A dog you are Spit soaked jowls Flashes of vice Beneath a razored grin Rage, Blood and water, Deadened eyes Flesh tearing Wrinkled bone Bruised pride Sweat stings Eyes Open wounds Sweat stings victory A blistering cry And time has stopped Gold is heavier than silver Blood is thinner than soil

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[n/a] deleted user 19-Apr-04/10:26 AM Reply
I can only guess what you might be talking about. No vote.
[8] Shuushin 19-Apr-04/4:45 PM Reply
olympic dogfighting?
[n/a] MacFrantic 19-Apr-04/7:16 PM Reply
It is a simple metaphor for sport in general people!
This not about dogs, but the essence of sport.
Sports turns men into animals, for what? People will kill for the gold and no one really remembers who died for what.