Gouki lies in defeat
he has defeated himself, yet again
It feels so good
when the man who wins is you, gouki
I
the supreme master of the fist
The deep vibration
sleep
He dismembers himself
akuma gouki picks up his pieces
Alive and awake
he spots a bison
life goes on
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