WK2 : Soulstice(0-0) vs. YDK(0-1) - Soulstice wins NS
 

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Topic - "Freedom is something that dies unless it's used."

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Her neck looked severed already. From the perspective presented
By the axes reflective dimensions. It's oddly beautiful shine
Also twisted the executioners inscrutable guise to a smile
She disconnected. Sounds vanished silently, the crowds roar scoring her death
She awaits the finale and she quarters her breath.

But it never comes!!

This lamb for the slaughter feels her panic dissolving as her breath releases
Her chest is beating, having beaten death's vanished resolve
She stands and in awe - she observes a crowd pacified and placid
Satisfied, they act as they forget her. A sacrifice redacted!
She leaves the stage - passerbyers laughing, conducting business
as usual - but she's befuddled. Something was different
She brooded over the sudden-striking new lease on life
So she headed over to the only place here that believed in respite..

The church door slams behind her!!

The day's last breath came in veined cracks in stained glass
So it seemed holy flames stretched across the grey desk
Where the vicar loosed sermons to stray men who roamed. Knaves
and all; they stole away in the pews and she joined them
As the vicar boomed a homily of the fruit and the poison
About two truths conjoined - "This life - is a hell where souls are captured
To grow old and battered." He spoke in low tones denoting rapture
"In this life you will make decisions. Chase destiny!"
He coughs and gravely proceeds: "BUT, I believe that
The fruit you eat can poison the ones you might love
When your SINS boil over." His voice grew sober as night comes
And his desk grew dark as her fate's reconstruction.
"Some life.. is a divine glitch. A mistake from above us!!"

She ran!! If there are no answers, then comfort!

Apple cobbler. The first scent she smelled as daddy's daughter
tore through the door to home and grabbed her father.
His familiar dimpled grin.. and a foreign shine in his pupil
A glimpse at the calendar notes she spent time in the future. April 11th
An ominous wink from the sky. For this was the night where she killed to survive!

But she wasn't HERE on this night!

She screams for the forest. As she approaches: two familiar silhouettes
She get's chills at what she witnesses - the assault that happened to her
Unfolds upon her sister and brother! Misery hovers - and descends
She had killed the criminal once - in rough defense
She gives chase into the wood. As two path's diverge..
She has the urge to run down the first - she see's her brother and sister
But she suddenly quivers at the sight of her severed head
which lays next to them! The second path she sees herself
Over a dead criminal - death's miserable scholar's mate
Intruding in her instinct - as gnarled roots lift to accusatory fingers
She needs to make a choice she can't regret.
As the wind whispers and whips - hissing "Death..."