[Mike Wrecka]

6-9-13 Round One AWOL Playoffs vs Witty

one of the last pockets of civilization, isolated alone,
from the rubble of a lost empire, they created a home/
elders try to remember the past, others contemplate the unknown,
looking at former cultures with contempt, while celebrating their own/
they are able to build buildings, without raising a stone,
using debris that washed ashore from the dangerous zone/
this city is like an organism, it has basically grown,
out of necessity, the recipe, has abrasively shown/
that the opulence of society, left it excessively prone,
to come crumbling down, so those left, aggressively comb/
the beaches, cause everything they need is in the sea,
fully harmonious with the ocean, conducting symphonies/
with hydroponic harvests erupting instantly,
fishing with nothing but spears , hunting visually/
with a thirst for balance, so after conquering water and land,
they started an aeronautics program, that's part of plan/
to expand, towards the horizon, seeking, searching,
trying to unlock all mysteries, through teaching, learning/
they take care of each other, so while the weak are hurting,
everyone helps out, in a community, each is deserving/
the way of life, after things broke is completely working,
but there is a phantom menace, that's discreetly lurking/
all the exploration, has caught the jealous eyes of others,
scouts from another village, have seen, discovered /
the prosperity, so they have a scheme to plunder,
and take everything, because they are suffering from hunger/
so blades are sharpened, armor is applied,
chanting warriors scream, let the farmers die!/
word gets back to the people, they feel calm inside,
they have a bigger population, to push on, survive/
raise an army of their own, the enemy will be here soon,
plan to defend by launching harpoons from hot air balloons/
and use pontoons, carrying soldier, getting past that will be hard,
but as they hear an explosion, they are all caught off guard/
someone with a bomb, snuck past, swimming beneath,
the city comes crumbling down as history repeats/
each side has a small number of survivors, about fifty each,
that eventually wash ashore with some debris on a distant beach/
they are one of the last pockets of civilization, isolated alone,
from the rubble of a lost empire, they will create a home/



5-4-13 Week 11 AOWL vs Objective

the warning signs were there, but we remained defiant,
now our actions have awoken a sleeping giant/
that laid dormant for years, keeping completely silent,
till provoked by those opposed to seeking guidance/
and the few that did seek guidance found only teachers teaching violence,
so we were led down a crooked path by believing science/
and as they try to backpedal all these retreating tyrants,
will pay dearly for turning all the trees into papyrus/
many will suffer, infected by a sinister virus,
but lets keep turning a blind eye like were missing an iris/
while failing to realize that what were actually missing is kindness,
we got off track, like our species has a twisted alignment/
so this askewed view has created a mission that's timeless,
meaning were out of time, so if we don't become a victim of climate/
well still be trapped on a dying planet, like a prison confinement,
listen by my own admission we are pitifully spineless/
as the jellyfish in polluted water, swimming in silence,
we rape the earth, then cook the harvest on a kitchen appliance/
the backlash? we feel the wrath that the guardian brings,
marooned by monsoons caused by coastal flooding/
lightning flashes, the sky lets out a thunderous sound,
as acid rain washed all our dreams onto the ground/
see when you consume the bloom all day, then still pray for nectar,
nature fights back, till your whole sector is full of doomsday preppers/
we extract and replace with waste, in landfills and dumps,
then act surprised getting hit with superstorms like every two months/
in the end were gonna lose, reaching critical mass is how,
id say that's what the future holds but its happening right now!/