For his master he gives, from what he's got the whole.
Tremendous the torture, to be fought in the hole.
For the master is greedy, and thirsty of fame,
will be born, and die in the chains of this game.
From the human dark side, away of all reason,
arrises the wall of the pit's bloody prison.
The inocent pup to be rissen in poberty,
Will loose to our eyes, all his dog's royal nobility.
He carries this burden, since he first saw the light,
Abanndoned in misery, till prepared for the fight.
Created by man to be tough and brave,
Will bring all his race, right straight to the grave.
The force that gave birth to this one fiercefull dog,
came out of the Devil's deep envy of God.
The beast has defeated the man who was just,
To kill his companinon, in hellfire's lust,
No matter the PITBULL be sorrow and lame,
For men who are lost, it's only a GAME.
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