He’s standing
On the surface of this earth cold-hearted and
Set to hurt her
Before many eyes

The watchers are weaklings against one
As he starts
Beating! batting! beating her!

Her wounds are profusely bleeding!
His eyes
Flaring full Fury

His fingers are clenched
Onto that hammer helve
Beating! Batting! Beating her!

His vast range is like a hurricane
Sweeping life
In a broad daylight
Before the eyes of masses