through a pit bulls eyes by gerry walley I did not make this some one else did

Through the eyesHere I am writing to you,Of the pain and sufferingBeatings I don't adore Whipped by a 2 by 4 pipe What have I done?I want to run away,In my mind I am, But my feet are not moving Chained to this tree Not been feed for three I know I'll have to fight again soon I just want to run freePlay in the wind And get lost in the heavens sky Love, I haven't feltCan't even understand to grasp the conceptHate, I felt and I digest Breed since I was a pup People fear my kind,They think we're vicious,They look and they run I just wanted a simple hugBut instead I get this 2 by 4 pipe Bruised, battered, torn, scaredWhat's the price?I just want to die "Dear friend we don't have to do this" "I have too""Why""If I don't win I'll get shot" Oh how it hurts I can't see anything Hear anything These wounds will heal Then returnCan I be saved?Show me the price of freedom The fair game I can't touch Can't even smell on my tongue I'll sit here another day rotting away No one to care for me I sit in agony screaming Pain that sub stains my every thoughtWhat was I taught?As a pup, life was soon destroyed Taken away from my mother A father I did not knowI was a happy little fellow Until that unfaith day Raining down of misery Stricken forcefully A man yelling at me Calling me a stupid muttSome days, he will kick me for the hell of it Oh how it did hurt I thought this was loveI looked into the rabbit's eyes Thirsting for bloodRipping limb for limb I was doing what I was toldBut I do regret it The man would say, "its not time for play god damn it,I'll work you until I make you a fighting machine,Even if I have to beat it out of you."Training for long hours Restless awake Looking up in the skyCrying ever softly Am I a weapon?A machine built on destruction,Aggression to the masses Fictitious assessThat breeds me for the unholy I work and I fightIt's all that I doNo free time Running, running, runningDays that I'm lucky, I will get feed, So little that it wasn't worth it Hungry and bitter At times, I can't even move The pain just hurts I try to make the best of it Battle will come One on one Be released in the ring Fighting for my chance of survivalI hope I win Blood and flesh will end up everywhere If I lost,I would get chained and whippedIf I won, I live with theses battle woundsWounds that would never get attended to Soaking in my own bloodI'll sit here another day rotting away No one to care for me People fear my kind,They think we're vicious,They look and they run, All cause they bear my name For this I take the blame I'm sorry, This wasn't my intention

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