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and now that eighth son-Krsnaseemed invincible.
Kṛṣṇa, Balarāma, and Their friends celebrated after defeating Kaṁsa's wrestlers, dancing and sporting about as musical instruments played. But Kaṁsa, in a rage, stopped the festive music and ordered that Vasudeva, Nanda, Ugrasena, and all the cowherds be severely punished and that Kṛṣṇa and Balarāma be driven from the assembly. Kṛṣṇa became furious when He heard Kaṁsa speak this way, and He instantly leapt onto the lofty royal dais.
Seeing Lord Kṛṣṇa approaching like death personified, the quick-witted Kaṁsa instantly rose from his seat and drew his sword and shield. Sword in hand, Kamnsa moved quickly from side to side like a hawk in the sky. But Lord Kṛṣṇa, whose fearsome strength is irresistible, powerfully seized the demon just as Garuḍa might capture a snake.
Grabbing Kaṁsa by the hair and knocking off his crown, the lotus-naveled Lord threw him off the elevated dais onto the wrestling mat. Then the independent Lord, the support of the entire universe, threw Himselfupon the king. Kṛṣṇa at once straddled his chest and began to pummel him again and again. Simply from the blows of Kṛṣṇa's fist, Kaṁsa lost his life. Then, as a lion drags a dead elephant, the Lord dragged Kaṁsa's dead body along the ground in full view of everyone present. All the people in the arena tumultuously cried out, some in lamentation, some in jubilation.
Kaṁsa had always been disturbed by the thought that the Supreme Lord was to kill him. Therefore, when drinking, eating, moving about, sleeping, or breathing, the king had always seen the Lord before him with the disc weapon in His hand. Because he was constantly meditating on the Lord, Kaṁsa achieved the rare boon of attaining a form like the Lord's.