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[aid] => mick
[title] => Paid to Hate
[time] => 2003-12-07 05:11:40
[hometext] => A friend of mine who is a very strong, good natured person (Who no one would dare to fight one on one) got gnag bashed...they were told to bash him. He was unprepared and it was an unfair fight.
[bodytext] => He parked his car at a restaurant about eleven at night, It was dark and windy, and so very cold outside, A gang of five or more came by and wanted to start a fight, He was tough but smart, and to not start a fight he tried. But they were paid to go after him right from the start, So as they came closer, spitting words and abuse, Nothing that he was going to say would change their heart, They were like a bull in a show that had just been let loose. So with a punch to his face and a blow to the stomach the fight had begun, They crowded around him and kicked his keys to the ground, He tried to fight back for his life, but they were at least five and he was only one, They punched and beat the crap out of him, and no one heard a sound. His blood pooled on the gravel and he got a few good punches in, You could clearly hear a snap from his body and then a painful moan, Every failed attempt to redeem himself made the gang grin, The gang had no mercy, they were after another snap of a bone. Finally something disturbed them and they all scattered, But still no one found him lying helplessly on the dark cold floor, Nearly dead he was lying there bruised, bloody and battered, He barely looked human, just smashed up human gore. I am just so thankful that he is still here with me today, I would never forgive them if they took his life which they were probably trying to do, And tears spill form my eyes when I heard what happened, when I saw him that way, I don’t know if I can forgive them, I don’t think I can let myself, I don’t think I want to. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 298 [topic] => 6 [informant] => EmSal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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