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WEEK 8 PICTURE CHALLENGE
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Imagine That
We were brothers in arms, our backyard was come one come all Full of endless possibilities until the sun set at dawn Where imaginations run wild like Hulk, no ho hum involved We'd rather grow up and fall than slow time and stall We stared at boats that none saw perched on those gun ship balls Infinite like Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth, with Bioshock on pause We got into the kind of danger that left grown ups appauled Life is layered with cliffhangers, so most won't climb that wall... My Mom came outside and bro was gone, I was alone, dissolved A homeowner's flaw, the space I rent in my head can't be owned by law Without large possibilities, my mind became closed off, small "Who are you talking to?" No one, I thought... No one at all. |
Serenity "A fine day for skipping stones!" The ripples spiralled like poetry Every line a new fate etched in the glowing sea Jacob laughed, musically, as his father sat beaming In the distance, air ships danced, Angels birthed from Demons The war had them Hell bound, now they're spellbound The peace at bell's sound, Heaven's where they dwell now Mankind had won it's inner struggle, purged of it's sins Faced it's crushing loss, then reversed it to a win The mines tick no more, the cannons fell silent Benevolent rulers emerged from those branded as tyrants No more hatred, it had 'Gone gentle into that Good Night' "We are the children of the atom, and the future looks bright." |
Class Warfare
remember back when it started, the clashes of class
those left behind were the kind that didn't happen to have no more rags to riches, the rich live in the ships floating above death like clouds of ethanol bliss the downtrodden, impoverished, stuck on the ground struggle in this barren wasteland with nothin' around air quality so poor it's a reflection of status live in these small tanks to escape all of the madness feel like dying at present cuz the future is futile but i'm kept alive cuz the higher-ups find me useful but lives are cut short, often we're gutted celebrity's stole our hearts long before they were ever comin' there once was a time seeing stars was important now they only come out when it's time to harvest our organs |
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