He lived in it,
thrived in the
full fledge
ecstasy of violence;

Submitted to
the purification
of punches
and kicks,
taking shots,
blocking hits,
feeling as if
he was a soldier
of righteousness,
the power of certainty
knowing he
was doing god’s *****
work.

All blood and guts,
all violence and viscera,
destruction,
self-immolation
when facing
less worthy
men than him.

All anger,
furnace stuck on full blast
way pass fully gassed
as he lit the flame
that he burned in.

Always warring,
and that is how they got him
in the end.