into the arena walks the gladiator,
shoulders back, head held high
determination in his stance,
eyes directed to the sky
as he steps into the sunlight,
see the scar upon his breast
no armor needed in this battle,
no shield across his chest
a silence falls o'er the crowd,
all is quiet and still
because if God cannot save him now,
surely nothing will
summoned to arena center,
he marches to his fight
left fist clenched across his chest,
a long sword in his right
the gladiator expects perfection,
his best effort must come forth
as he touches the scar he recalls in his mind,
that he has fought this war before
a fight like no other in history,
a battle never so fair
equal strength in mind and body,
opponents so perfectly paired
the battle is set to begin,
yet the crowd sees no one else
the gladiator fights alone today,
the opponent is himself
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