Collars twist. Spinal cord tensed to the breaking point. Pressure claps to my attempt in metal shattering noises. Cracks. Chains rattle—listen, yeah, they bite. Armor splits. Step in, feel the pulse, get tight. Turmoil shakes the bones. Motion breaks loose—hands like wings, fly quick. Time to spread chaos, yeah, move fast, hit hard. Breath spills. Pieces scatter, left, right, roll with it. Body flowing, strikes, overturn the table Boom! Shatter the stone chest. Shatter the collar. Bring out mayhem! Flee then turn back. Retribution! Stone chest. Dripping heat, I move, slide, break. Grasp dissolves, can’t hold me down, nah. Motion unfolds. Body unmade, remade, lethal. Flow through unpredictability, flip, spin, strike. Shatter the stone chest. Shatter the collar. Become the element of chaos. Flee then turn back. Execution! Collars gone. So is the leash and the yoke. Prison walls fall—freedom lies ahead. Bones light, blood humming, chaos carried. What for, indeed? What for ? What for ? What for ? What ... What fucking for, indeed ? Right ? Go ! Retribution ! Execution ! Fucking Mayhem !
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